Jollies

We're off on our hols. 10 days camping in France and then a week back home...please don't burgle our house.
For our camping trip I have not yet packed, but buoyantly optimistically will have done soon:
- girl guide enthusiastic outdoorsiness
- armfuls of resolve (tomorrow's forcast is RAIN)
- a dustpan and brush (a lesson from last year's experience)
- a moisturising mask or two (see below)
- a lot of loo paper (you never know with the French)
and hopefully some clothes and a tent and that.

As it happens, we will be away on Swiss National day, which is August 1st..lots of flag waving, scoffing and fireworks, so I'm told. I've only ever celebrated Swiss National Day in England, courtesy of the wonderful Pete again and his Swiss heritage. I imagine it's the one day of the year when they feel obliged to stop bitching about each other. Today's row: everyone is very upset with the canton of Valais, because they are now the only ones legally allowed to call their cheese Raclette, despite other cantons also using traditional Raclette recipes in their cheeese making. Grr!

Bye bye.