Mike

Before the story begins… Kylie and James try to appease an antsy taxi driver at the hotel in Lorient, who knows the train schedule intimately. No sign of Mike. James bangs on Mike’s door – met by a groggy version of our hero sporting a banana hammock. Mike promises to be ready in minutes. Lo and behold he is! After receiving a terse tongue-lashing by the taxi driver about tardiness, Mike gasps! “I forgot” he says, “My watch!” Then checks his pocket – “OK, nevermind – didn’t forget anything.”

The three of us barely make the train, and trying to find a place to stash our bags (which went missing until two days before the Worlds in Glasgow having travelled through 4 world capitals) we all tumbled to the floor as the train lurched off.

Phew. Made it. Until Mike realized he and his passport had parted company. In his agitation, I believe he has remembered his conversation with the cleaning staff at the Lorient hotel incorrectly… He claims he said “sous” la television… But either it was pronunciation, or stress, but it came across as “sur” la television. So if the staff looked into his room, and looked on the TV… Roll those RRR’s, Mike…

I hope next time will be more traditional …