To be totally pissed off at STILL being stuck in France?

[Hullygully]

No, clearly I'm not but i want to moan

Stupid car stupid garage stupid everything

We broke down in the pyrenees last year. Garage took a week to sort it ordered wrong part and then fitted it wrong when we could have had the part couriered over in 48hrs and DH fix it . Ours was over 14th July week too and everything was on go slow time so i sympathise.

Do you have a hire car with your breakdown cover?

My DS2 hates cheese. Except parmesan which he sprinkles liberally over bolognaise.

I was stuck in France for 10 days when I was 18
I was in Chamonix though so it was quite pretty
There were no Pianos
And it was nothing to do with a car
so pretty irrelevant really

I broke down in Milton Keynes once. It was shite.

Are you entirely sure that you don't like cheese? I think now is the time to challenge your cheese aversion.

Can you catch a train to strasbourg, or somewhere nice?

There's a museum of mechanical pianos in Cornwall - are you SURE you're in France??

Would you like us all to come over to Cornwall France to entertain you? You could have my flu if you are in need of distraction.

Tunnel construction, eh?
And you're still complaining?

What kind of a sick and twisted woman are you?

French and Swiss mountains are infamous for wrecking cars. Or motorbikes.
You should of known better.

French garages are infamous for neither finding faults, nor parts. At least when it comes to motorbikes.

My husbands first bike rolled into Annecy, oil pouring all over its body work. It was laid to rest on a scrap heap a month later. My husband cried a lonely tear. It was not even covered by insurance, paper stating previous "owners neglect".

Poor bike. My husband never really got a chance to show it love and a good time.

I can't see what's wrong with a museum of mechanical pianos either

We broke down in France when I was a kid. We had a caravan attached to the car. It caused mayhem but was resolved with a pair of my mother's support tights. Is that any help?

I see. But is it sunny?

Well, I will see your museum of mechanical pianos and raise you a Festival of Mechanical Music, this weekend, in the town I am in.

(Is it only me wondering why you would want to drive to Greece? Doesn't it take forever?)

I was stuck in France with my parents as a teenager, with caravan. There's a crocodile farm in that town now, but there was less than nothing there then. My father flagged another British car down to se if they would cash a cheque for him, and he knew the driver!!

fluffiphlox we had a similar thing happen. We broke down at the side of a ring road in France. Whilst waiting for a the recovery truck to arrive, another English car stopped to see if they could help. The driver got out and it was one of my dad's workmates (neither had mentioned that they were going to France.

We were lucky, the garage fixed our breakdown within 3 hours and made the ferry home. I had to explain to the dutch couple that were there as well, that it would a weeks wait for the part their car needed. Cue lots of mumbling about French garages compared to Dutch garages.

What kind of car is it? We had a very long grumpy wait in the middle of France one hot summer in the mid 80s when my parents' Saab got something fatally wrong with an obscure part of its electrics. I vaguely remember it came home on a trailer. Never Take A Non Mainstream / Non European Car To Rural France.

Hully.Not much comfort but my DH is so envious.He would so love that museum.He would visit the feckin dust museum if he was nearby.Oh. and he loves cheese.Come home soon l'alouette.

Hully. I feel your pain.

We once broke down at 5am in northern France, on a Sunday morning. The alternator bounced down the motorway glowing red hot. We were stuck in Neufchâtel en bray for a week. It cost £1000 to fix and pay for hotels etc since the breakdown cover I thought I had taken out, was actually just the insurance.

Neufchatel had a playground full of dog shit and glass. I would have given my left arm to see a museum of mechanical pianos.

In the end I took the kids on the bus to Dieppe to get out of the hell hole. I didn't have a pushchair for my 2yo so had to carry him on my back and walk onto the ferry.

Oh pippi that is BAD

Apparently the car is now fixed, so we back on road tomoz! Hurrah! Much wine drink, no cheese eaten