Worst “im in france and you arent” post ever
Possibly aimed at me, possibly not, if yes, then I’m not in France right now, just wish to Christ that I still was.
Last week I had a couple of days in St. Omer, Pas de Calais, and a day in Seraucourt-Le-Grand, Aisne.
I didn’t want to leave, my wife had to physically drag me toward her car, I was murmuring wistfully, “Escargots, confit de canard, salad Niçoise.”
She was saying, “Shut it you fool, I’ll get a lamb jalfrezi when we get to Bermondsey.”
This just induced more sobbing and self pity.