So, there we were - not enjoying non-doing in a sunny campsite, as planned. Having returned at midnight last night because the mud fest was more than we could cope with, we had a mini existential crisis and then...
1. washed the living-room curtains - yes, I kid you not; after only 9 years they were submitted to a thorough thrash in the machine
2. listened to Best of Deep Purple on Youtube - more thrashing
3. Juan finished scraping the carbonised rhubarb off the saucepan I incinerated mid June - what a hero
4. booked into a hotel for tomorrow night at Bourg d'Arud in the Ecrins - in an area we know well from day-tripping and refuge-sleeping perspective but not as deluxe tourists.
5. had several apéros and half a bottle of Corbières...
All deeply unusual activities. For us. Over and out.
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