A Year in Corfu: and what a year it's been
I can't believe how quickly the year has gone. This time twelve months ago we were stuck in the mist in Jura, France , waiting for a spare part to arrive to mend a broken-down car. I argued with my insurance company which claimed I had no breakdown cover and I argued with my husband. I felt like I was on the road to nowhere. I hated my car, I hated my husband and, most of all, I hated myself for ever thinking a grown-up gap year abroad could ever work. I was homesick as anything from day three and I hadn't even gone through the Mont Blanc Tunnel. Still, after a few glasses of local wine, a nice meal and a good soak in a hot bath, I was ready for anything, particularly when VW Heritage came through with a new dynamo and the insurance company admitted it was in the wrong. Since then, Mr Grigg and I have continued to argue with each other, patched things up and struggled with our lack of Greek. We've made friends and no enemies, we've laughed, cried, swum...