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It was hot in  France, a canicule, in French and that means very high, sustained heat day and night.  My family have been here for 2 weeks so things have been a bit busy, and hot.  I don't mind heat.  I have lived in countries far, far hotter than 40 degrees and I know what to do when it is hot.  I quickly gave out my years of gathered experience to my family to ensure that their stay was a comfortable one.  So why would I choose on 2 occasions during the canicule to cook dishes that required putting on the oven?  Am I mad or what?

Meanwhile my son, also clearly forgetting all the rules of what to do in the heat, suggested that maybe his choice of black shirt and jeans was not a good one when he travelled to work on the underground in a heatwave.  Mmm.  Well madness runs in the family.

In the UK they were suffering from traffic chaos as usual whilst in France things were jogging along nicely.  If the temperature does not stay contained within a narrow margin in the UK, or god forbid it rains, snows or leaves fall, everything grinds to a halt.  Pathetic one newspaper headlined and I agree.

We went to Bordeaux for a couple of days.  The first day was the hottest in Bordeaux on record and the second day there was thundering and lightning and torrential rain.  It must be me.  On my 50th birthday my sons and I flew to Jersey for the weekend.  It snowed for the first time in 30 years and most of the island was inaccessible.  In a couple of weeks I am off to Sofia.  I wonder what havoc I can wreak there.

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