Well, spring has certainly taken me by surprise. I left home in good time for my Ryanair flight back to London this morning, while Luis, after stopping to buy pains au chocolats drove me to Poitiers airport like the proverbial bat out of hell. I'll even have time to grab a quick coffee in the bar upstairs, I thought to myself.
As we approached the airport, I spotted the Ryanair jet on the runway. 'That's a little odd,' I said. 'The plane is normally facing the opposite direction.'
This I subsequently discovered was because it was fully boarded and about to take off.
'C'est trop tard, madame', said the customs man as I tried to sail through the small gate.
I thought he was having a little joke with me until the roar of the planes engines confirmed that he was in fact telling the truth. Oh la vache!, as they say here. Yes, I forgot - or rather, didn't realise - that the clocks went forward last night.