So on Saturday 6 September a few of us from the Army decided it was time again for a much needed, well-earned shopping trip to Calais. We had planned to meet up at the hall at 7.30 in the morning (too early, if you ask me) and then head off to the Eurotunnel, for our train booked at 9.20 or something. The only problem was, being a relatively big group - there were eight of us: Jan, Ira, Frankie, Jean, Laura, Michelle, Mandy and myself - not all of us arrived on time. I started to panic a little - I mean, it takes at least 70 minutes to get to Folkestone, and you have to be there 30 minutes before the train... so we're not cutting it a bit fine. Finally around 8.15 Ira and Michelle arrived, and we were off!
We had planned to take 2 cars - mine, and Jan's. I was supposed to be leading on the motorway but Jan took off out of the car park like a bat out of hell and I had to put the foot down because I didn't want to miss her! Laura had said she thought Jan was a bit of a lead foot - so I was afraid she'd get too far ahead - but once we were on the motorway, I started to get somewhat alarmed because we still hadn't seen her. How far ahead could she be?
Laura gave her a quick call on the mobile - and it turns out she was miles behind. Miles behind - at least 20 odd! And the time is getting away... would we miss our train?
Yep. We did. But luckily we made it onto the next one...
Once we arrived in Calais we'd decided to go for lunch, this time in Boulogne, as opposed to Wissant, where we'd gone last time. It was real nice too, really quaint - we spent an enjoyable hour or so wandering around the cute little cobbled streets. Jan bought the most gorgeous beret, it really suited her.
After our lovely little lunch, we made our way back to Cite Europe, where it was a quick dash to Sephora (as usual) to top up with some bath stuff - and try very hard not to buy the wondrous anti-wrinkle plumper upperer thingy that the most helpful sales lady tried to sell me. Seriously, it was very good, very effective - but there's no way I'm going to pay 50 odd quid for that tiny little bottle!
Jean headed off with Jan for a bit of shopping, and the rest of us sort of split up. I ended up in the hypermarket Carrefour for some cheese - and also to buy the bottles of wine I usually give the peri's as gifts - only this time it wasn't really any cheaper than in London! Oh well, at least I have their gifts in hand now...
All too soon the time had gone and it was time to make our way back to England. It was a lovely day, and I hope we go again soon...
Meanwhile here's how we entertained ourselves on the way back, apologies for our bad singing....
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