Grand Prix

Monaco is a nightmare to park in. Very much like Lewis Hamilton and chums, we drove around and around the town.

I was on temporary loan to Team 22 as Marc was assisting with the driving on Team 27. It does get a bit complicated and even incestuous on the Windy at times. 

The Monaco Grand Prix was last month apparently. How they run it in this sort of traffic I really don't know. It must have the drivers tearing their hair out. 

It was a brief stop. Just enough time to link up with an ex-colleague Adam for a cold drink. 

Having left Eileen and Jo in charge of Jezebel in Monaco, reports started filtering through of an error of judgement. They blamed the parking attendant who waved them under a low barrier. Jezebel is now a convertible with open top and a skylight in a number of pieces. 

Back on the road soon after on our way to Arles. It was hot. Beyond comfortable for me. 

Arles boasts the second highest number of Roman buildings in the World, after Rome obviously. So it's knocking on a bit. The campsite with swimming pool I'm assuming is a little more modern though. 

We found many of the gang already in the pool, playing on the water slides and demanding more information sheets. 

We are off to Spain next. 

Sarah has a serious issue. Her fridge is misbehaving. No cold wine is a dreadful reality to face. 

Jezebel also has another issue, to go with dodgy inverter, locked battery gauge, dashboard that falls apart, smashed skylight and cupboard full of broken pretzels. She is jumping out of gear whilst driving. John couldn't spot anything obvious. I Googled it. Probably low gearbox oil levels. The experts suggest bungees to hold the gear stick in 4th. Oh, and possibly topping up your gearbox oil levels. Tomorrow we'll try. It's too hot and I want to play on the water slide.