It wasn’t easy, last week. While I should have been here, waiting for my check-up, I was lying in my bed with 40 degrees Centigrade. A phone call with my hospital delivered a cure of antibiotics. This has helped quite well, so here I am in the waiting-room again.
The plans for France have been reclaimed from the cupboard where they had been stored for a while.
If everybody keeps their fingers crossed for me, we will be in the car on the 27th of July heading south. Probably with John Hiatt on a high volume in the player.