So the story didn’t quite end there.
My friend (who shall remain nameless although everyone knows who she
is) did catch the coach back to my place…got as far as the
station…met some Frenchies who didn’t speak English…got a lift to
my district but couldn’t find my house…called me but got cut off
before I could tell them where I lived…tried to call back and failed
before finally I left my place and walked into town to find them
huddled in a phone booth.