The French engine-drivers are so erratic that if you’re long enough on the line it’s only a question of time when you get your smash up. Ours came last night when they were joining us up to go out again. They put an engine on to each end of one-half of the train (not the one our car is in), and then did a tug-of-war. That wasn’t a success, so they did the concertina touch, and put three coaches out of action, including the kitchen. So we’re stuck here now (Boulogne) till Heaven knows when. Fortunately no casualties.
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