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suitable
domaines
for us that lay outside the 'wind-tunnel' so we couldn't proceed any fur-
ther. As we waved him off Jack turned to me, beady-eyed.
“That's that then,” he said. “Might have been a nice area were it not for the French
version of 'tornado alley'. Shame your detailed investigations didn't pick up
that
tiny de-
tail. And whilst we're on the topic of your
brilliant
research, let's not forget that the first
house was in fact a
hotel
run by a madman and this second one didn't have a tree in sight.
I'm just hoping that from now on the properties we visit have a tiny resemblance to our
original plan. Otherwise this whole trip will become a complete and utter waste of time and
you know what I'll end up saying.” I didn't, but I could guess. “Now can we please get
back on the road before the car wing mirrors get blown off?”
Regretfully I decided that my sneaky autoroute shopping expedition should, for the
moment, be diplomatically postponed and we continued our journey eastward.
