I am convinced that something funny is going on.
It's almost as if we're like that village in Brigadoon, yet rather than only waking once every 100 years, it's like France went to sleep and then the whole country was secretly swapped with Scotland, Ireland or England.
Wait. Ireland. Definitely Ireland.
Why Ireland, you may ask? Well, it's still raining here and I've been lead to believe on many occasions that that is what it does in Ireland. All the time.
If that's true, then Dorothy, we're in Ireland.
I just keep reminding myself that it's beautiful in Ireland and that the people are beyond lovely. So maybe uping and moving France over night won't be such a bad thing. The country is already beautiful and I'm sure the French could be loosened up a bit with just a few pints of Guinness thrown their way.
If only the pubs would appear and give us shelter from this constant rain...