"Pig is going on her Summer Holiday
No more blogging for 2 weeks or three
Back to Blighty for her Summer Holiday
A break for you and a break for me-ee-eee
Such a break for me
I'm going where my friends all love me
I'm going where the lingo is mine
I'll be stocking up at Waitrose
And drinking plenty of wine,
This fat piggy needs a France-free Holiday
Had enough of being patronised
Hate the man who stole my Kipling wa-allet
My cellar needs to be sani-ti -i-ised
To make my dreams come true
HO! Pig is going on her Summer Holiday....."
Repeat to Fade.
After my mad dash around Blighty I shall be retiring to a quiet corner of La Belle France. The lovely people at France Telecom assure me that my internet connection will be up and running in a jiffy. Those of you who are familiar with getting phones and internet connected in France are already clicking away in disgust, 'Humph, we won't be seeing her for a month or so'.
You may be right, although I have great faith in my husband's ability to charm laptops into doing what he wants them to do, he's a very clever man. Failing that, I shall wander the lanes of France, memory stick in pocket, hoping to stumble upon an internet-enabled computer from which I can upload my culinary treats.
It is with a slight tear in my piggy eye and a tremble in my trotter, that I bid you farewell, but this is au revoir, not adieu.
Big snorty kisses,