which shows that, if you type 'Languedoc' into Google's Blog Search, this journal come out at number one. Never having been number one in anything other than Jan's affections (that's not what I've heard - Ed.) I am extremely flattered that my continual outpouring of trivia has finally been recognised (yeah, recognised as rubbish - Ed.).
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So last night Christine arrives for her tennis lesson with Floyd, and Michelle, who has been babysitting, brings Paloma. Michelle is the person who runs the Marie and she is the village heartthrob. At least for us men of a certain age. We sit Paloma in front of the television so that she is entertained during the lesson, and when the DVD finishes, she strikes up a conversation with Jan. Now, neither of us are completely fluent in French but we speak and understand enough to get by. Paloma however, treats us like a couple of dumbos because this 4 year old child slows her French down to a crawl and looks at us in undisguised contempt as we fail to understand even the simplest concepts. That hurts. As Jan points out from time to time, isn't it wonderful how these young children speak French so well?
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After a lot of soul searching and emails that fly backwards and forwards, dido confirms that she is a female. Thank goodness for that! Cryptic or what!
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Floyd arrives from Nîmes with Alison, Toby and Neil and when Liza arrives tomorrow they will make up the last of the tennis groups this year. Well, at least as far as we know.
Dinner comprised smoked salmon, chicken with a tarragon sauce and a strawberry soup with mint. And, as if I need to say it, all washed down with the usual wines. This is an eating and drinking group and my 2 euros white is received with acclaim.
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