En France enfin!

Well, here we are, in the south of France, not far from Sete, with free wifi and temperatures of 30 degrees plus.
Keith thought it would be a good idea to drive to Dover on Monday, cross over in the evening and drive all the way to the south by Tuesday evening, taking cat naps in the car during Monday night. I, like a fool, agreed to do this. As it happened, we arrived early at Dover and were able to transfer to an earlier crossing, so we were in France and heading south by eight o'clock, or 9 BST+1, as it is over here. Around midnight we stopped for a snooze and I dreamt of how wonderful the following night would be - in a BED. At 12.45a.m. Keith was boiling the kettle to make us some coffee (The Boy Scouts really missed a gem when he decided not to join them). As we sat at a picnic table in the 'aire' drinking our coffee, Keith said,
"I bet you've never done this at this time of night before."
Amazingly, I couldn't think of one occasion - certainly not sitting in an aire in France, anyway.
To cut a long story short, we made our way down France, stopping at intervals, sleeping at intervals and arrived here  in Balaruc les Bains at 3.30 yesterday afternoon.
By 6pm we were both asleep and so we remained, on and off until 7.45 this morning.
At 10 o'clock, we were in the local Carrefour, buying food for today's picnic. (Note to self: Don't attempt to go shopping on the first day of the French sales.)
At 10.15 Keith was hobbling around, clutching the trolley, wondering why he had severe backache and I was promising myself that never again would I agree to anything so ridiculous as our journey south - but never!
Now, I am typing this and he is lying flat on the bed, trying to get better quickly...
or else!