James Titcumb

So here I am sitting on the last evening of my short but sweet holiday, Hannah moaning that she needs a poo and has a stitch (charming, eh?). Just had my parents friends over for a spot of roast lamb which was rather tasty, and yesterday was spent in Sarlat in a restaurants that was plagued by power cuts (silly French, eh?). I shall be travelling home tomorrow from the excuse for an airport that is Bergerac, back to busy hectic Portsmouth, oh joy. At least I’ll have my X-Box back.