The car was packed and the journey to Portsmouth made. France beckons.
It is certainly true, as my dear grandmother used to say, that you go through life and then one day you wake up - dead. It seems an age ago that the whole 'chaplain to Chavagnes' thing began and now here I find myself, waiting for a ferry a few days before the start of term.
I don't wake up and and find myself dead, but sort of almost frenchified!
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With the help of my Guardian Angels