Sixteen, stupors, shocks and Scrabble
by Tommy
I seem to have segued nicely into the latter half of my teenage here in France. Had a lovely phone call at 00:15 from a friend of mine too and despite my half-asleep-ness (I’m such a terrible teenager; half-asleep and not even accompanied a drunken stupor), I really appreciated the sentiment :)
The weather here has been rather shocking for June in the South of France – rain provides an almost constant pitter patter soundtrack to our holiday and clouds are like an ever-present companion. That said, the temperatures are usually around the low 20s – as someone who dislikes blisteringly sunny weather, I’m really happy here!
Since we forgot to bring Scrabble with us (a time honoured tradition for Collisons in France), Dad yesterday set about making one, using cardboard and copious amounts of nail varnish:
