Day 18 – Man Down!!!!!
Firstly, Greg…….it would appear that the muscle memory of skateboarding at 17 may not quite have made it into his 40s, and certainly, as Iain Dowie would say, he’s lost his bouncebackability. We’ve put together a storyboard to show the accident as it progressed. Greg spent all of his hours watching the news on repeat but in French, equally dull as watching BBC news on a loop I’m sure. The highlight was the Compare the Meerkat advertisement but in France it’s Les Ferruts instead – it tickled him in his hour of need. Sad to say that of 18 days on our trip that we’ve spent 2 days in the company of doctors, but if anyone wants advice on seeking urgent and non-urgent medical assistance in France, then we are the blog for you. Greg came out of hospital bandaged up, a prescription for painkillers and with a brace for his wrist and we need to get him into xray again in 3 weeks.
Secondly, Gap………this is the main town in the area and is really very nice. There are a lot of restaurants around squares, a lovely cathedral and various funny sculptures everywhere. Juno and I wondered about, feeling a little lost without Greg, Juno was sniffing and pulling a bit to try and chase pigeons. We were walking past shops, all shut for lunch, when Juno pulled the lead (nothing new I thought, she isn’t exactly Cruffs material, although she has won Prettiest Bitch before so who knows), then an Italian lady next to me started screaming and shouting “no, no, no”, I glanced back at her to see her pointing at Juno, I looked down at Juno and she had a small bird in her mouth. I joined in the screaming, but that didn’t work so I prised Juno’s jaw apart instead, the bird dropped out and managed to fly off. Juno looked disgusted with me, as did the Italian lady. And Greg thought that his day was traumatic……
We then went off to Orange and had a wonderful customer experience from an Algerian lady with perfect English who sold me an Airbox – apparently the end to all of our problems. Juno and I then collected Greg from hospital and then on the way back to Knigel (who had taken nearly an hour to park due to height restrictions everywhere), I got a bee stuck in the bottom of my shoe and got stung on the sole of my foot! So we went back to Knigel, one arm in a sling and one of us hopping. The universe is obviously correcting itself – “here you are have a year off travelling, oh but you’re too old so we may throw in a few physical issues!”
We had a very quiet one at La Source that night, although have extended our stay by two nights and vowed to go for a hike tomorrow. I managed to facetime Daddy Dovey though, which was really nice (and a bit sad), now to work out how to teach Mommy Dovey to do the same.