just another morning, had breakfast had a small leak from sink waste repaired it,cleared dishes tidied kitchen made my bed. Sat down with a coffee, house was so quiet put on cd, a song comes on and I am in France, on our travels as the song reminds me of driving Marion beside me as we head along some mountain trail in search of a new adventure. As we follow the track eventually we will come across some old and back in time little village, Marion as usual will have her map and tell me the name of the village. We drive of the track and into the village seeing a quant little coffee shop,time for Marion to practice her back to adult class French, a little stumble here and there but I am so proud she persevered and got a pass in her French classes.So from one song so many memories flood back, I sit looking around the room andall the happy holidays seem like a hundred years ago,I sigh and long for my family Mum and Daughter.DAD