After the fabulous wedding and party, we all managed to get out of bed before 10.00 am and rush down for ‘ breakfast’ (another full English breakfast with sausages, bacons, eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes and toasts! We’ve been having that everyday. Yummy), and also caught Michelle and Luke! We had a rather rushed breakfast and then off we we
re to get to Bristol and visit Uncle Michael. It was a rather long drive – about 1 ½ hours, including a little ‘get lost’ time. But finally we got there, just when the girls were waking up! Good timing! It was so
lovely to see Uncle Michael, Aunty Theresa and to meet little Kieran who is 11 years old. We unloaded the car, and then had a scrumptious lunch that uncle Michael made… yummy salmon and new potatoes cherry tomatoes. All with oh so delicious 
home-made mayonnaise!!! Bibou and Kieran got on quite well; he’s a rather delightful child I must say. Really quite funny! He kept us entertained during lunch time. After lunch, 
Bibou and Kieran spent time… in front of the telly! Oh well, that’s ‘coz the ‘beautiful’ weather (well, it was rather warm and sunny for a little while), turned horribly grey, then black and then WOSH, th
e rain fell on us. So sad. And it was cold! We had to run back into the house and spent the rest of the dismal afternoon there. Th
e bigger kids were happy watching their shows, while Angel, well, Angel had fun trying to disturb them. All too soon, we had to leave. We packed up, put the girls into the car and off we went. Daddy drove us out to the highway and I took over (my first time driving in the UK for a really long time. Was weird driving on ‘the other side’, even though, of course this ‘other side’ was what I grew up with!). Th
e girls and Daddy were snoring all the way back.
The next day, we went off to Chiswick to visit some really old friends of mine whom I’d not met in a long time. The Bs (who now live in Singapore), had actually arrived in the UK the day before! We were so
pleased that we were able to meet up, AND even got dear ole Olly to join us. Olly was still the same, he’s not changed a bit since the last time I saw him… what, 5 years ago! How time flies! The Bs have 2 little girls, S and J who are 5 years and 13 months. The girls, especially the elder ones got on fabulously! They were playing with 
each other, and I was just so pleased to see that Bibou had put in a lot of effort in speaking English (esp when S would say she doesn’t understand French :)). YES! In fact, we found that since our trip to the Uk (and perhaps the accumulation of spending a whole month with us, without school
and nanny, so very limited French), her spoken English has improved significantly. And she’s also articulating a bit more too. We all met at Olly’s place and at his suggestion, walked to lunch (he’d promised that it was going to be a 10 minutes walk – turned out to be at least ½ hour!!! – each way!). The girls had fun on the way and back, running, giggling and pla
ying with each other… especially when the Daddies showed them conkers! We finally came to a lovely pub just next to the River Thames which was directly below the flight path and the girls had fun watching the planes taking off from Heathrow! It was a lovely lunch. Walking back, the two younger ones finally dozed off to sleep in their strollers while the older girls ran around picking up flowers and conkers and squealing with laughter!
On our last day, we dropped by Tunbridge Wells to visit dear ole Gerard. Unfortunately, the girls were both tired and grouchy after a long tiring day (WEEK!). Despite all attempts they were both moan-y and whiny! Arrgh! Despite Gerard having brought some lovely presents for them to
o. Dinner was a bit painful too. Sweet Gerard took it all in stride too. We left TW at around 9.00 pm (with both girls falling straight asleep immediately!) and head off for Folkstone. Once we got to EuroTunnel, I took over. We got onto our train at 11.00 pm, and with Daddy and the girls snoring 
away, I drove the rest of the way home (with the help of a bottle of red bull). We arrived home just before 4.00 am (Paris time). Home sweet home.
re to get to Bristol and visit Uncle Michael. It was a rather long drive – about 1 ½ hours, including a little ‘get lost’ time. But finally we got there, just when the girls were waking up! Good timing! It was so
lovely to see Uncle Michael, Aunty Theresa and to meet little Kieran who is 11 years old. We unloaded the car, and then had a scrumptious lunch that uncle Michael made… yummy salmon and new potatoes cherry tomatoes. All with oh so delicious 
home-made mayonnaise!!! Bibou and Kieran got on quite well; he’s a rather delightful child I must say. Really quite funny! He kept us entertained during lunch time. After lunch, 
Bibou and Kieran spent time… in front of the telly! Oh well, that’s ‘coz the ‘beautiful’ weather (well, it was rather warm and sunny for a little while), turned horribly grey, then black and then WOSH, th
e rain fell on us. So sad. And it was cold! We had to run back into the house and spent the rest of the dismal afternoon there. Th
e bigger kids were happy watching their shows, while Angel, well, Angel had fun trying to disturb them. All too soon, we had to leave. We packed up, put the girls into the car and off we went. Daddy drove us out to the highway and I took over (my first time driving in the UK for a really long time. Was weird driving on ‘the other side’, even though, of course this ‘other side’ was what I grew up with!). Th
e girls and Daddy were snoring all the way back.The next day, we went off to Chiswick to visit some really old friends of mine whom I’d not met in a long time. The Bs (who now live in Singapore), had actually arrived in the UK the day before! We were so
pleased that we were able to meet up, AND even got dear ole Olly to join us. Olly was still the same, he’s not changed a bit since the last time I saw him… what, 5 years ago! How time flies! The Bs have 2 little girls, S and J who are 5 years and 13 months. The girls, especially the elder ones got on fabulously! They were playing with 
each other, and I was just so pleased to see that Bibou had put in a lot of effort in speaking English (esp when S would say she doesn’t understand French :)). YES! In fact, we found that since our trip to the Uk (and perhaps the accumulation of spending a whole month with us, without school
and nanny, so very limited French), her spoken English has improved significantly. And she’s also articulating a bit more too. We all met at Olly’s place and at his suggestion, walked to lunch (he’d promised that it was going to be a 10 minutes walk – turned out to be at least ½ hour!!! – each way!). The girls had fun on the way and back, running, giggling and pla
ying with each other… especially when the Daddies showed them conkers! We finally came to a lovely pub just next to the River Thames which was directly below the flight path and the girls had fun watching the planes taking off from Heathrow! It was a lovely lunch. Walking back, the two younger ones finally dozed off to sleep in their strollers while the older girls ran around picking up flowers and conkers and squealing with laughter!
On our last day, we dropped by Tunbridge Wells to visit dear ole Gerard. Unfortunately, the girls were both tired and grouchy after a long tiring day (WEEK!). Despite all attempts they were both moan-y and whiny! Arrgh! Despite Gerard having brought some lovely presents for them to
o. Dinner was a bit painful too. Sweet Gerard took it all in stride too. We left TW at around 9.00 pm (with both girls falling straight asleep immediately!) and head off for Folkstone. Once we got to EuroTunnel, I took over. We got onto our train at 11.00 pm, and with Daddy and the girls snoring 
away, I drove the rest of the way home (with the help of a bottle of red bull). We arrived home just before 4.00 am (Paris time). Home sweet home.Uncle Mike giving Angel a spin on his chair.
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