After I wrote the above sentence several times, I finally figured out that I should just go ahead and let everyone know that the Mole and I arrived safely home.
We will not talk about rough ferry rides, rain across three countries or all the road construction in Belgium. Nor will we speak about the Dutch petrol station along the autobahn with new automated charge stations at each set of pumps. Facing out into the rain, the little electronic babies had water dripping out of them. Not surprisingly enough, they weren’t able to read a strip credit card. The woman inside did not want to run a charge the first time I went in, but the second time I insisted. We had already wasted 15 minutes at the pump trying different credit cards. Machine insisted on pin numbers: I don’t have chip & pin cards…..
Now I am sitting back in my living room on the more than comfortable couch with the Maus perched next to me. The car still needs to be unloaded but I am taking a break. 0300 wake up on the other side of the channel already seems a life time ago.