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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson


We're on our way! I head to London tomorrow, Saturday morning sees us winging our way (although obviously not literally 'winging', whatever that would be) to the lovely Paris, and then it's a whistle stop tour of Brussels, Tilburg, Tours, Lyon, Avignon, Paris, London and Edinburgh. All within two weeks.

The things I've learned the last two days when you're in your 20s, walking on your own with a walking stick
- old people will give their seats up on the bus
- everyone will let you to the front of the queue
- little kids will stare and stare
- teenage mums will try to kill you with their prams
- it's not easy to join in with a war protest when you can't hurl yourself to the ground at a moment's notice to play dead

My blood tests came back and my blood is officially "satisfactory". I don't know if they did a taste test or something, but I've passed - no rheumatoid arthritis in my back. MRI scan is the next step. In the meantime, I've been given sleeping tablets which I didn't like the taste of, but by jimminy, there are worst things in life - like the air raid sirens I've been listening to all day on the rolling news.

Yes. Well, off we got. I shall keep this up to date as much as possible while we wend our ways around a tiny corner of Europe.

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