Just managed to get back to London after a sunny weekend in a region just ever so slightly out of Toulouse where one of my lovely London friends married her beau.
It would be fair to say that it was an ‘interesting’ weekend. It started with the joyous (not) challenge of arriving about 9pmish in Toulouse, hiring a car and reacquainting myself with the clutch, break and gear stick while sitting on the left side of the car, trying to read the instruction about left and right turns….. goodness I was knackered by the time I got to the hotel. No surprise that I leapt into bed….. zzzzzz….. 
Saturday morning brought croissant, cafe and loads of sunshine, plus the short and sweet marriage of friends. So far so good.
I am not going to go into details – but to give you a taste – the best man was a woman who is best described as a ‘woman scorned’ at worst a string of four letter words with plenty of exclamation marks – She delivered the most vicious and horrible speech ever. Out did any cringe worthy 21st speech.
I have nothing but admiration for my friend. To hold her head and remain the glamorous woman that she is.
But this was not all……. the grooms mother had a fall, broke her wrist and had to leave in an ambulance. I believe she has an operation this morning!
So it would seem that the trials and tribulations of left hand driving is nothing to the perils of a wedding in France!
