Recharged

On Friday we needed to drop our car off for its 2 year ‘control technique’, It’s MOT or road worthiness certificate. We’d organised to borrow a car from the garage until the check over was complete later that day, but what we hadn’t thought about is what happens if our car fails, for any reason.

The loan car, with its cracked windscreen and somewhat shabby interior, was not the sort of car to be driving to the airport in on Sunday!

We didn’t mention our worries to our friend, as we didn’t want her thinking about it. Of course there was nothing wrong with the car that we were aware of, but this old loan car made us realise how much we depend on it.

We got the phone call mid afternoon on Friday telling us all was well. Micro panic averted.

So when Sunday came we were able to drive back to CDG airport in our car. A friend had suggested we leave early-ish, as it was the end of the French holidays, and there may be a lot of cars on the roads, especially later in the day. So we set off at 9am, and enjoyed clear roads all the way there. It was a quick, final cheerio at the ‘10 minute free’ drop off zone and soon we were back on the road heading home, and Robyn was comfortable in the thought she was at the airport, ready for her early afternoon flight back to Edinburgh.

It had been a fabulous week together. Time to relax, enjoy our memories together, have some fun and laughter, discover new drinks and of course make some jam. I think, by the end of the week, we all felt a little bit recharged by our time spent together.