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I did four loads of washing yesterday and got it all dry in the baking heat now that summer has arrived with a vengeance. The only trouble is I now have a Mont Ventoux of ironing to do, again in the baking heat, and then it all has to be processed (socks paired, T shirts folded and aired etc) until it magically ends up back in the drawers and cupboards. I'm the house elf here and I suppose I'm lucky I am allowed to wear more than an old pillow case! (ref Dobby, Harry Potter)
When Sarah and I were whiling away time on Sunday morning waiting for the riders, we found a lovely French market selling everything really including fruit and vegetables, cheeses, patisserie etc so we decide to buy some food and find a park to sit and eat it. We didn't find a proper park but instead we sat on a bench on a pretty little island with trees between two roads, with tall buildings on either side. As we were eating our cherries and drinking the apple juice in the sun we noticed this little bit of graffiti on the back of the bench which just about sums up the ride and is a fitting finale even with the obvious spelling mistake (but maybe that adds to it).

I hope my comments have been an interesting aside to the ride itself. All the pain and those fantastic views might have got a bit tedious on their own!  

Bye, bye, until the next time.