The British are coming, the British are coming!: The Scots have arrived!

And we're so unprepared it's not even funny. I lost my camera at Glasgow airport, along with my connection cable and my ear buds for rocking out! So SO bummed.

I'm afraid that there won't be any pics until tomorrow when we sort out a few things about phones and cameras extra because I left my camera at Glasgow airport because my husband was yelling at me (I don't blame him but it did frazzle me so that I wasn't paying the upmost attention to collecting my things) - let's not get in to that one at the moment.

Staying with the Lees is always lovely, lovely hospitality, lovely guests and hopefully you'll find one of boys hanging about to have a good chat with - Joshie was in and got to catch up a bit and then went of in to the day.

David figured out on the way to Onslow Square that he had forgotten to bring a pair of dress shoes and he's forgotten a tie as well. Nicky Lee jumped right in to sort out the shoes but then there was still the tie...figured we'd buy it at the airport but as it turned out the Tie Rack no longer exists in terminal 5 and ties are £65 - £72 in the other shops like Harrods...not quite in our price range. We are going sans tie this weekend.

Anyway, left at 11.30am to get to the airport, found no tie, discovered I'd left my camera at Glasgow airport (hopefully somebody will be kind and return it to lost and found) then went an had a meal and beers to drown our sorrows. I could only think with the weekend starting off so badly that it had, in the end, would turn out wonderfully...and it's getting there.

TO LHR: On the underground (found out phone was missing but was hiding the agony)

TO CDG: on the plane -still hiding the agony but the G&T really helped!

Thank god almighty!

our snazzy car! which we received 3 minutes for preferred customers...imagine david having to explain this to the french!

In the car along the perepherique! BOOO - took so long!

Just happy that we are moving and that it's my husband driving as I am full of G&Ts

Nasty weather but we're almost there

Had a mini stress driving our car out of CDG airport ( I should have offered my services because the right hand side of the road is kind of my thing) but David took control and after a lot of swearing I managed to get us going in the right direction...managed the perepherique and made it to Dives Sur Mer where we are staying at one of the lousiest hotels ever!

We are living in a room on a cruise ship and I am Julie your cruise director! I'm trying to find the funny in this but we definitely were not impressed when we got here. It's a funny set up (no drawers or closets or fridges) so we've had to make do with a few fewer things which sucks s bit. But we've got a bunkbed on top of our bed and serves various purposes, like the storage of our clothes - get you minds out of the gutter folks!

The shower and toilet are moulded into one big porto-potty ...weird but it works if you treat it like a wet room

The beds nice and firm but with a bunked on top in case the old man gets mad at me and chuck me out!

Jen and Alex were brilliant and made these lovely totes for everyone that had a bit of local flavour in them! Better pics to come.

Me trying to figure out how we are going to try and share the sink area!

Shoes go underneath the sink...my poor shoes but they'll be alright!

Spent the day driving around some of the D-Day beaches and Dad would have loved them - had a great picnic too with patisserie!

In the evening we were invited over to Jen and Alex's gorgeous rental for stunning food, great wine and the most friendly people on the face of the planet - what a fantastic group and can't wait to hear all their stories!

The exit....

First goodbye to Alex's family

And then there's the touching! Am I going crazy or is my honey pie soft on this bird?

Still touching and more dramatic in black and white! Where the hell is Alex?

I'll bet Jen's saying 'my fiancé is going to kick your ass!'

Coming to save his woman from the clutches of Mr Callander!

And there they are again...she can't seem to get away from him but at least she's moving him farther away from the house.

Oh no! He's gone and done it...has managed to lift her slight frame into his Scottish arms and...

begins to run away with her!!!!!

Alas, he just not as fit as he thought he was and drops her (I'd like to make ante here that David has started seeing personal trainer and if this wedding was taking place in a year's time, he might have made away with her!)