You don't want to know this.
Why would you want to spend your life reading about how we spent our 21st morning searching for a motorbike dealer in Avignon who could fit me some new tyres?
What possible interest could you have in the fact that we then managed to rendezvous with Pam Ryder Richardson for lunch in a tiny, out-of-the-way village, while she was heading west and we were heading east?
Surely you have better things to do than hear how we covered many miles towards Carcassonne and arrived in the setting sun in Mirepoix for a fabulous roast duck dinner and a couple of days' R&R?
Battle will recommence on Monday 9.00am sharp.
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