Morning to you all,
Today is Sunday. The sun is shining, Felix is hanging off my arm as I try to type you this note.
Today in store we have a Vide Grenier (boot fair to you) in our village. Bargains maybe. Last week we went to one and bought a cast iron bed in need of attention for £55.As if we don't have enough to do at present.
But not only is there a bootfair we have games for the kids in the school playground. A ballon competion and organised mayhem.And Petanque. What more could you possibly want want on a Sunday? Oh yes and fireworks.Which have the same safety qualities as those fabricated in India.
Our friends the Claridges left yesterday morning after a week of hard labour. They chainsawed, chopped, shredded, stripped, raked, cleared roofs and walls of pernious ivy and cooked and even entertained us?
We had the most enormous bonfire which is still going 6 days after it started.The excuse for a boat (it has more holes than my underpants) was placed in the L'Isle and duly filled with the rivers contents. It was emptied yesterday and duly refilled. Apparrently the wood needs to swell to seal the gaps. I have not gone down to examine for the latest. A job for later.
Food: Having visitors is tantamount to gastric cruelty. Foie Gras, Cassoulet, Multi Meat roast (duck, chicken, rabbit (wrapped in panceta), pigeon, saucisson,and not forgetting the roast potatoes cooked in goose fat) has resulted in a considerable increase in the utilisation of the salle de bain.Water is metered here so it could be costly.
Yesterday was round one of St Front's fete. So down to the school yard to assemble with around 30 other children all dressed as witches, pumpkins, skeletons and other suitably scary persons.Ellie won the most witchy prize and received a certificate to that effect. We did not know about the pumpkin growing competion so could not even enter. Next year. We will show them how to really grow a citrouille.
Then the treasurer of the local Amicale ( cross between round table and rotary club and madhouse) also dressed as a witch led the kids a la pied piper around the village to declare ' On veux les bon bons'.
In course terrified old ladies would emerge cluthching bags of sweets to ward off the swarm of enfants terribles.
Felix and Ellie unfortunately have now been introduced to the charms of bumper cars. But the sight of the pair of them, their eyes glazed with a certain mad glee and terror was a vision to behold.Especially as Ellie was face painted a certain post retro semi-decomposed green.Enchanting NOT.
All of this was a gentle distratction to memories that yesterday inevitably holds. Today is a new day.
So A Bientot
Today is Sunday. The sun is shining, Felix is hanging off my arm as I try to type you this note.
Today in store we have a Vide Grenier (boot fair to you) in our village. Bargains maybe. Last week we went to one and bought a cast iron bed in need of attention for £55.As if we don't have enough to do at present.
But not only is there a bootfair we have games for the kids in the school playground. A ballon competion and organised mayhem.And Petanque. What more could you possibly want want on a Sunday? Oh yes and fireworks.Which have the same safety qualities as those fabricated in India.
Our friends the Claridges left yesterday morning after a week of hard labour. They chainsawed, chopped, shredded, stripped, raked, cleared roofs and walls of pernious ivy and cooked and even entertained us?
We had the most enormous bonfire which is still going 6 days after it started.The excuse for a boat (it has more holes than my underpants) was placed in the L'Isle and duly filled with the rivers contents. It was emptied yesterday and duly refilled. Apparrently the wood needs to swell to seal the gaps. I have not gone down to examine for the latest. A job for later.
Food: Having visitors is tantamount to gastric cruelty. Foie Gras, Cassoulet, Multi Meat roast (duck, chicken, rabbit (wrapped in panceta), pigeon, saucisson,and not forgetting the roast potatoes cooked in goose fat) has resulted in a considerable increase in the utilisation of the salle de bain.Water is metered here so it could be costly.
Yesterday was round one of St Front's fete. So down to the school yard to assemble with around 30 other children all dressed as witches, pumpkins, skeletons and other suitably scary persons.Ellie won the most witchy prize and received a certificate to that effect. We did not know about the pumpkin growing competion so could not even enter. Next year. We will show them how to really grow a citrouille.
Then the treasurer of the local Amicale ( cross between round table and rotary club and madhouse) also dressed as a witch led the kids a la pied piper around the village to declare ' On veux les bon bons'.
In course terrified old ladies would emerge cluthching bags of sweets to ward off the swarm of enfants terribles.
Felix and Ellie unfortunately have now been introduced to the charms of bumper cars. But the sight of the pair of them, their eyes glazed with a certain mad glee and terror was a vision to behold.Especially as Ellie was face painted a certain post retro semi-decomposed green.Enchanting NOT.
All of this was a gentle distratction to memories that yesterday inevitably holds. Today is a new day.
So A Bientot
