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# Eysines
- URL: https://sheholds.com/eysines/
- Published: 2026-07-25T16:35:10.000Z
- Updated: 2026-08-10T23:13:01.000Z
- Description: On late night supercharging and ice creams for our kids.
- Author: Lai Yin 麗賢
- Tags: Family 家人, Bordeaux, France

By the time I was getting ready to sleep,  
ready to place my iPhone aside,  
it was 3 a.m.

He said,

*“BB, we need to go.”*

I said,

*“What? Why? What?”*

*“BB, we need to go.* 
*Evacuation order.”*

By the time we were driving north,  
we had bundled our cackle of girls and guests,  
two water dogs,  
two cats,  
into two cars.

Passports.  
Marriage certificate.  
Birth certificates.  
Insurance cards,  
macbooks,  
books for our little one,  
in his attaché case,  
always packed,  
already in the boot.

By the time we reached the queues,  
roads clogged with cars crawling towards government shelter,  
the exhibition centre,  
he called from the small car.  
  
*“Change of plan.* 
*Drive to the charging station.* 
*Charge the car.* 
*I’ll fill up too.* 
*I’ll meet you there.”*  
  
We peeled away from traffic,  
driving parallel to police lights flashing bleu,  
rows of headlights,  
not moving, endless.  
  
By the time the car had charged full,  
he had booked two hotel rooms,  
one booking for tonight,  
another separate for tomorrow.

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He checked with Chat,  
asking for summaries of  
government websites,  
news reports,  
weather forecasts,  
trying to predict  
the wind,  
the fire,  
the rain.

By the time we checked into the hotel,  
we’d spent the night at Le Lac in cars.  
At Leroy Merlin, we purchased FFP2 masks.  
At Auchan, I stocked up on ready meals.  
At IKEA I bought ice creams, soft  
for the girls and boy,  
loaded two discounted shelves into the overnight storage area,  
unloaded two cars,  
him parking both,  
me setting up,  
a cackle of teens in one room.

By the time the girls had settled,  
no aircon.  
Nothing possible.  
Reception  
helpless,  
hopeless,  
overwhelmed.  
Overstocked on excuses,  
undersupplied on solutions.

By the time reception finished explaining,  
he’d already returned from Leroy Merlin,  
with cooling for the teens and dogs.

By the time  
I fell asleep,  
I had asked him the hundredth time,

*“Is there a chance,* 
*we can go home tonight?* 
*We’ll be home* [*tomorrow*](https://sheholds.com/saint-malo/)*?”*