It’s still dark outside. The alarm goes off and I’m wondering what the heck is going on in here. Before I quickly remember. We’re going to France. Today. It’s Christmas. Please no snow. Not now. Haha, here? What was I thinking? That I was still in London?
Markus was SO funny, he was trying to sit down like a kid at the back!
Mousse was a lot more trouble though. We had a rope net at the back so she wouldn’t start moving everywhere in the car (Madame would poop in her box so there was no way I was going to have her in it for the whole day). After 20 min of driving, she had managed to stick her head through one of these net holes.
PANICK.
We quickly stopped on the side of the road, I was so scared she was strangling herself (she wasn’t at all but made it look like it, drama queen), and I just cut the net, before swearing something that I’d rather not remember, and put her at the back with Markus.
She was then a lot more comfy and the rest of the trip was much better. Although we didn’t make it until 9.30pm at my parents, happy but exhausted! No rain, no snow, just a beautiful crispy sun the whole road through.
