I dated your sister Mary Pat a couple of times until you told me not to anymore

If you read last blog, you learnt all about France, a country famed for it's abundance of sharp downhill bends and gravel. I'm so good at the words that I forgot to tell you all about the pictures. Sit back, relax, buckle up and enjoy the fun that is having other people show you their holiday photos.

In France there are cars, tractors and even beautifully framed silos. If you're very good then your nice Dad might let you use his camera while he's driving around.

Claire (little sister) has gone to Cambridge. Everybody thinks she's very clever. 

It's the end of an era for the Lovell family, Mummy and Daddy are by themselves at home with only Ruth Lovell for company. We've all sort of flown the nest. If we all become teachers then we can be at home together at holiday time forever and ever. Maybe my parents can retire to Sheffield and I can also retire and spend the whole time climbing with Father. I guess Mum can keep working so that we can still eat food.

I'm going to a Halloween party (don't tell my mum) a la maison de mon meilleur ami Paul Wallace. I want to dress up as Ned Ryerson, but I don't know how I'll do the jacket.

I get quite excited thinking about pretending to be Ned Ryerson for an entire evening.

"Who are you supposed to be?"

"Now don't tell me you don't remember me, because I sure as heck fire remember you!" 

Actually now that I've written that down I've started to think it might become pretty boring pretty fast. Maybe I should make little business cards. The fluffy collar is the hardest bit.

My course is pretty interesting now. I'm learning about robot arms and teaching robots to play football (eventually). Let's look at that wizard cat again.

Next time I might just do wizard cat, no words. Need more gifs.