Instructed OH to buy a telepeage tag, asked why we hadn't bought one before, he shuffled about a bit and said he resented the charge! Ye Gods. One of my major annoyances and he begrudges the fee. Men. We are having one. Reminded him that I was the one frantically sorting euros into small piles lined up in the correct order along the dashboard to hand over and praying I wouldn't drop them, and threatened to go on strike.
Gagagran, no. Just no. It would be like taking two overexcited toddlers abroad. Mine never knows how to pace himself and gets irritable. By the time he accepts that he is no longer 30, it is too late. My friend near Nantes is getting a bit anxious, she remembers our last day trip there - a trip to a massive garden, followed by a tour of the cathedral, then lunch, then shopping at a vast indoor food market followed a visit to the Ile de Machines which took three hours. I have promised that we shall find a quiet cafe and hide for a few hours.