Bordeaux again yesterday, this time to the airport. I left in plenty of time and noted a few useful-looking restaurants within 15 miles. The drive was fine until the Rocade (by-pass) around Bordeaux, where suddenly the driving demonstrated a lack of signalling and lane-discipline, as well as a tendency to sound horns as loudly and aggressively as possible. Bordeaux is rather like a smaller Paris, after all.
I'd gone early to do some shopping in Ikea in the Bordeaux-Lac: a curious mix of holiday park and hypershops, and flyovers giving marvellous views of the water. I spent too much in Ikea and could have bought much more, but put back the bedside lamps and merely sighed wistfully at the beds and sofas and bookcases. Anyway, there are now enough mugs and duvets and blankets for planned visitors, and things to stand on when getting out of the shower and bath.
These visitors are sleeping in what is designated as the dining-room on the plans, having tried the stairs and refused to use them. Looks like the stairs should be fixed before the upstairs room/shower-room is done; and before a staircase can be installed, the mezzanine floor needs to be finished. Guess what Casa Nova left off the quotation...
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