Wheelchair Worries *Puissalicon Edition - The End Has Cometh

Well the time had come. It was time to say farewell to The South of France. It had given so much, a nice place to stay, sun, laughs, relatively decent accessibility, music, a cute dog next door and most importantly great chocolate! No Golden Eagles though. Dad still won't admit that what we saw was a sparrow, I'll just have to take his word for it.

The owners son had told us there wasn't anybody coming in straight after us, so we could take our time leaving. We knew just how long it took to get to the hotel though and wanted to get there in daylight, as driving around Paris at night was a nightmare. 

The weather wasn't very good, in fact it was raining at times. I was glad to be leaving this hell hole to be honest, back to the sunny green hills of ol' blighty. We made it to brit hotel privilège without any hiccups and made it just before we started to lose light. I went upto the room and wanted to turn the heat up as it was quite chilly, but the air con didn't work this time, as I eventually found out. Unfortunately the air con unit was too high for me to read the error code. I had to lift myself up on the arms of the wheelchair. The bed still looked as warm and cozy as last time though, so I didn't think it would be too much problem.

When I got up for breakfast it was raining quite hard and the journey to Le Shuttle was accompanied by the wipers swishing across the windscreen.

On the final leg of the French part of the journey, we started passing a huuuuge convoy of black London cabs, there must have been a hundred of them. There were English ambulances, English police vehiclles and other support vehicles. The convoy wasn't always one car behind another, sometimes there were a few bunched together and then a gap, so this convoy seemed to go on and on. I saw that Magical Taxi Tour was on the side of the taxis, so I Googled it - www.magicaltaxitour.com - It's a charity that provides an annual three-day trip trip of a lifetime to Disney® Paris for over two hundred children suffering from a range of chronic, debilitating illnesses and life-limiting conditions.

They contribute the £1,500 per taxi needed to feed, transport and admit the convoy to Disneyland Paris. The taxi drivers give their time and use of their vehicles for free.  Everyone on the trip is a volunteer.
Source:https://www.magicaltaxitour.com/about_us

It made sense why some of the cabs had kids with huge foam hands waving at us. Some of these children wouldn't be able to make a trip like this because of their need for medical assisstance. This is a charity I had no idea about. The cost must be monumental and something that will bring great joy to them.

So you would feel really bad if you didn't donate right? Well don't worry I got you - https://www.justgiving.com/page/chcd-charity-trust-1732207518692 - now, doesn't that make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside?

We crossed the channel, England thought it was in competiton with France for rainfall and when we got onto the motorway it said "hold my beer" and really showed us what it does best.

Oh well it's not like most of the clothes I took with me (including my pride and joy Napoli football top with Maradona 10 on the back), that I had put in a black bin bag to wash when I got home had been mistaken for rubbish and thrown away. Sorry, my mistake it was. Oh well it's not like I had left my limited edition Dan Henry 1972 Maverick watch on my bedside table at the hotel. Sorry, my mistake it was.

At least I managed to raid the supermarket before we left. Told you I had a problem 😏