Ferral from France

As I may have mentioned before, my friend Judith reckons that she and I have gone a bit ferral since we became habitants of France (although she in particular can scrub up extreemly well when the occasion permits), but it has become screemingly obvious she has a point as I have now spent over 24 hours in the UK observing the locals.

Everyone here looks extreemly well turned out, and I notice that people look very health concious with bottles of water attached to their hands - well, those that aren't attached to ipods or busy flicking at the screens of large internet phones.

Driving still isn't fun. I have seen more cars this morning than I have seen in the entire three years I have been permanently based in France, and most of them were moving at a maximum ten miles an hour (if they were lucky).

Luckily I have managed to bag some medical cover work. I had to pick up a Galaxy car today and drive to the BBC for a pilot show to be filmed. When I finally got to Wood Lane I had to drive into a 17 storey car park that was so low I found myself ducking as I was driving along. How the bar of blue lights on the top of the car didn't get ripped off on every level I do not know.
I decided which of the bags of equipment to lug down to the studio for a variety of scenarios, but no-one had told me that the highlight of the show was when the audience voted people off and they were dropped through a trap door at speed. I had to walk back up several floors to get more equipment 'just in case'.
The celebrities on the show were good fun and I hope it gets commisioned.

Tomorrow I am off to Oxford for a day as a medic for a dragon boat race, so I am hoping for some good weather and hoping that these two days will have earnt me enough to pay for the copious quantities of alcohol to be consumed on the hen do on Saturday!!