You know me , I like it hot, but not this hot...

We did it, we found a day spa in Paris and what we saved by sneaking into the Louvre we put towards having a much needed massage. It was heaven. Don't get me wrong, my feet are still killin' me but the massage made it all worth while.

And that is Paris, streets packed with bars and food , amazing sights. The aromas wafting through the air. Freshly baked bread and stale urine.Try typing "Paris smells" into Google and see whatyou get.

Off to London.

Taxi, train, tunnel, London. Easy. Marvellous.

Coffee, did we mention Monmouth coffee? It's superb and was the second time around.

So we had a coffee then some great British Food in a pub, no really, Great British Food.

What was great though was the pint I had before we were set to get on the train and head into the grim north to Irlam.

This was a real treat, a quick train journey and we find ourselves tired but happy.

Not having seen my family in many years I was extremely excited.

NOSTALGIA WARNING!!!
If you are easily offended or infirm then get off my blog you really have no business being here.

I dragged Nicola round all the old haunts of mine. Where I grew up , lived, the old pubs. Like a trooper she smiled through it all. Did it bring a tear to my eye, no. Quite surprised by this we headed off into the sunset, (read dark clouds).

What was rather nice though was dropping in on Auntie Joan and Uncle John without any notice. That was fun and so nice seeing them. A nice cup of tea and a buscuit plus a look at her quite superb collection of Camblewick Green figurines. AWESOME.