|The river Yonne at Châtel-Censoir|
But I also have to count the weetabix - James won't eat anything else for breakfast. He never used to be this picky. Well, not when I think back to the state of his bedroom when he was a teenager. Must pause for a moment to let that ghastly thought dissipate.
Anyway, I count the cereal and this time around I packed a box of 72 and a single box of 12. Exactly what we needed for this trip. But after the first three weeks I couldn't help noticing that the large box still had not made it to the breakfast table.
'That box of 12 is lasting well,' I said. Rolled eyes and a tut were all that I received as a response. When I mentioned it again about a week or so later, James very rudely got up from the breakfast table and buried his nose in his book.
Yesterday I thought I would investigate the matter and delved into the large cardboard box that he has in the boot of the car containing all the provisions. I searched and searched. I removed everything and, still unable to find the large box, I replaced it all. The 72 pack of cereal was no-where, absolutely no-where to be seen. So I came to the very logical conclusion that someone had stolen our cereal!
|The port at Clamecy|
Anyway, after leaving the museum we strolled through the town and down to the port. So I thought I would take the opportunity to mention my suspicions to James.
'Don't be so ridiculous!' He paused for a moment to take a photograph. 'I've given them all to the cat,' he said and strode back to the car.