After returning from a rather rainy Normandy and experiencing the rather unfortuitous effects of unpasteurised cheese (please take note for future reference ladies and gentleman that it is not, I repeat, not pretty), I was pleased to curl up in my own bed with my thick polish goose feather down duvet. Waking up to fog yesterday morning, I believed the summer to be over. Finito. Au revoir. Auf Wiedersehn. However, I was pleased to have been proven wrong as the day progressed. Even though there had an autumnal feel to the air, shorts and t-shirts were still on display at the local retail park in Thurmaston. The sun indeed had its hat on. Hip hip hip hip hooray!
This old ticket made me smile along with a few Sicilian memorabilia...I found it at the bottom of my bag, which I hadn't used for two years...
Life is like an old handbag. You just never know what you might find.
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