Yes, it was 50 years to this day; my family and I were going on our traditional family holiday to a small luxury campsite

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In Paris with you.

Back where I met her

Yes, it was 50 years to this day; my family and I were going on our traditional family holiday to a small “luxury” campsite where my parents would rent a log cabin just outside Paris. Every year the same, the weather was hot, the beaches were crammed and Paris was filled with tourists, paying ridiculous amount of money for a t-shirt with I love Paris printed on it, however this holiday was different, this one was one I will never forget.

Before the holiday, My Mother ran through her checks with us bellowing up the stairs “Have you packed your toothbrush??” and “Charlie where’s your passport”, you know this is where she is starting to reach the panicking stage of the pre-Holiday organisation process. The “Charlie” that my mum is referring to is me; she has to check that I have everything as back then I was an unorganised 18 year old.  However this was not the only problem I had growing up, as being a 6 foot 5 giant, I was larger than most things, especially doors and being this tall it probably wasn’t the greatest idea to be driving a Mini cooper as my first car. Along with being abnormally tall I had short blond hair, huge green eyes, and ears the size of Dumbo’s. So yeah I wasn’t the best looking of lads.

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You’re probably wondering why I’m telling you this rubbish and how it is relevant to what this story, well on this holiday the greatest thing happened as we were in another pointless souvenir shop: buying fridge magnets for Nan and another sun hat for granddad, I accidently walked into one of the employees. She was beautiful. The perfect girl, tall, thin, with luscious blond hair, and the best thing about it, she couldn’t speak English! I found this out immediately after I apologised as she couldn’t understand a word I was saying. This was a perfect opportunity to use some ...

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