Part I

Allow us to add to the white noise of the 21st century. Permit our (very) short term blog to intrude on your already exciting lives. Dear readers, those of you more used to Dee Dee von F's apercus will have to read between the lines; this is the Orchard-Clark's collective toe dipping in the waters of blog-dom and children are present. I fear that it may fizzle out under a barrage of male hormones, "self-medication" and shopping but let's all see....together.
Take it away, childer-beasts:
Lucas: I'm bored beacause I'm not allowed to bring my laptop, "bored". The only fun thing will probably be when we are at the park at Rome!
Theo: blah blah blah blah blah blah blah boring boring blah blah
dont read it blah.
Me: Oh my lord.
Tony: What am I looking for in a whistle stop tour of France and Italy? I want: vespas, low-life, riviera, flesh, pasta, sad eyed madonnas, oranges and lemons, flesh, sunshine, bonding moments the children will re-live forever, flesh...[at this point camera pans out to lengthy wait at Exeter airport; Deborah being a travel-ubercontrolfreak. We have 12 rail connections ahead of us after short flight into Paris. That's 36 hours in Deborah-wait-time.]