Raclette meltdown

For the first time ever I had raclette outside in the garden in the sun. It was great! Different, but great. I mean, I love raclette so how could it ever be wrong, eventhough it is mostly connected to winter and snow in the Alps? Monsieur's cousins K and M with families came over for lunch and raclette was what we were having. Meanwhile, Monsieur and his father started their journey from Spain...which abruptly ended on the French side of the border when Monsieur's Super Cinq broke down. They are now in a hotel and will be knocking on the port of the garage first thing in the morning. I am sooo glad that I am not with them.