Sunrise over the hotel car park.The evening before we set off for France Dorothy had become quite ill, with a high temperature and feeling appalling. I rang from France and Dorothy was in bed slightly better. Rang on my return and Dorothy had developed a nasty rash on one leg, googled this and discovered that it could be cellulitis,and possibly lead to necrotising fasciitis and hopped along to a doctor PDQ. The quack thought it might be an insect bite, but treated for cellulitis just in case. Dorothy feeling better and intending to go to work today while taking the antibiotics.
France was huge fun, lunch at Le Thome de Gamond as before and equally excellent, the weather stunning. The Hotel Mercure just outside Lille was very good and most comfortable, everyone happy with the accommodation. There was a good buffet dinner and a huge buffet breakfast in the morning. We visited Lille very briefly, but unfortunately were not able to park near the supermarket, then saw some war graves before heading off for Ypres, where we got off at the cathedral to have lunch at Old Tom restaurant which was OK but not brilliant and again, a bit of a trek with a wheelchair. We then dashed off to a country house where the Belgian royal family had hidden during the war, which now sold drink, and cigarettes etc.before managing to miss two shuttles, due to a long customs inspection. Romy started a conga through the passport control office, causing the normally dour officials to crack up with laughter. Missing the shuttles turned out to be advantageous in the end, as we had a very quick ride back into London, arriving back at about 8.30. I rang Romy today and she had a card slipped through the door signed by most of our charges, thanking us for a lovely holiday. Makes it all seem worth while.
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