... whilst Belle and I wait for our Taxi to take us to Charles de Gaul I got her to scroll down all the comments and pick a winner. Not by name and not by picture but by giving her a static shock from the monitor and telling me when to stop **insert evil, wicked laughter here**
Here is the winner:
Hope you have fun in Paris. I'm sure Belle will love it. Bon Voyage!! xMX
Mail me at the email address on the left here and we shall pack your lubbly page kit to you.
Im going to bore you all rigid on our return of our most fabulous two days in the gayest of Paree(providing we don't have any mid air collisions or mortar attacks... and Im not tempting fete cos fete is fete regardless of temptation although I will be mightily pissed off if we do because Ive got pressies for the dog and Mark!).
Aside from struggling with a pushchair up and down 16 gazillion steps (Paris is not a place for children in buggies nor disabled dudes in wheelchairs) we have had a bloody brilliant time. Belle's face in most of my pictures are of pure joy - she literally came alive! Of course, with pleasure you also get pain and that was in the form of staring. We had two types of stares in Gay Paree. One of pure ignorance (you know, the boring fact the Belle is in a pushchair - methinks that the French simply do not have disabled children... or you might think that) and we also had stares from hundreds Eastern Europeans who fell in love with Belle's beautiful hair and skin. People wanted to touch her and love her and have photos with her. Street artists and market stall holders would stop and say how beautiful she was, strangers would come and ruffle her curls and smile so honestly ... she loved that attention instead of the looks of disdain or pity. I handled it pretty well considering I normally flip out at rude stares!
Im going to freshen up before we fly back to Leeds and Bradford where the delightful Dyan will pick us up and drop us off back at hers before we set sail for rainy Ashton. The dog will go berserk, we know that and we simply cannot wait.
Au revoir mon petite jambon sandwiches.