AND THEN, AND THEN…

...it all went wrong. We reached our hotel in Emmeloord with Steph still sparkling while I felt unusually tired. Next morning, I was grateful for the suggestion of a day off. I had started to cough, not feeling ill as illnesses go, but not right.

 A second day off extended to a third and finally we accepted the truth. Steph took a succession of buses and trains back across the country to Jac’s house. There, she collected our car and drove it back to Emmeloord.

Next morning Steph drove us south again, spending a night in Roosendaal, being careful to stay outside breathing distance when we visited Jac and Corry next morning. And Steph, bless her, then drove through Holland, across Belgium, around Paris and down to southern France.

A long time has passed since. Steph his since caught this illness and been marooned in bed for five days. That, for someone whom it takes at least a broken leg to convince that not all is well, is quite something. I am largely over the exhaustion and the deep cough. And Steph is getting better, too, except that the least effort whacks her out.

What we caught and how, I don’t know. But, as Steph said, it’s as well that we are essentially healthy or we’d have been in trouble.

Thanks for riding along with us. We (i.e. I) will do better next time.

Tot straks!