So much for me staying focused, writing daily on one of my unfinished novels then lead to wanting to have a character from a different culture in it, which then lead to me brushing up on my French. I used to travel a lot in France as a teenager and was semi fluent and even after all these years of thinking I’d forgotten it all, the audio book I’m learning has brought back great memories from before my ‘diagnosed conditions’, drinking wine on beaches, scuba diving, cycling a strange half skateboard half bicycle contraption around the village, getting my name all over the arcade machine out side the local store, listening to Jean Michael Jarre’s Rendezvous as we drove into the mountains, getting a bee stuck in the car and the accelerator pedal getting trapped down in the car while my mum panicked doing 129mph down outside lane until she managed to get keys out of the ignition. Staying in haunted hotels and not getting a wink of sleep. Also many other snippets and feelings of memories. I so want to go back now but with this Brexit mess I don’t know how practical it is, nor do I think that the France of the 80s is anything like the one of today.