So there we are at the 11ième foire aux ânes (that's 11th donkey festival, before you ask), in Haimps (pop. 434), and what do I see carefully preserved in plastic and stuck to the side of a truck belonging to a seller of melons? This picture of The Fox. And her, er, melons.*
* Going back to Blighty tonight. Probably just as well.
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That's just plain wrong!
Whatever happened to her? I guess we're showing our age by actually knowing who she is.
"Touch me.... touch me ... I wanna feel your body ... your heartbeat next to mine."
That's how it went. We've been singing it all day. It's not right.
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