Yummy mummies

The sky was dull and miserable this morning as befits Arsenal's defeat the night before. Floyd's text to me read: "We're on the train, see you as agreed at 10.23 unless the bloody referee gets in the way again." I have to admit the referee was pretty poor, but a bad decision by him led to Arsenal's only goal. These things always swing both ways.

The funniest incident concerning last nights match in Paris concerned an interview with a young man.
Interviewer: Have you got a ticket for the game?
Youth: Yes
Int: Where did you get the ticket from?
Youth: My Dad
Int: And where's your Dad?
Youth: At home looking for this ticket!

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So it was off to Nîmes this morning to meet a depressed Floyd and his brother Delano off the 10.23 TGV from Paris. Contrary to expectations, they were in good spirits and had just about got over their pain. Jan prepared a simple lunch, starting with tellines (a tiny little clam no bigger then a fingernail), which we ate on the terrace. The meal finished at 16.00. I just love long, lazy, chatty lunches.

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We nipped over to Anduze, late afternoon, to visit the pretty park which Jan is supposed to have visited last Monday with her art class. The purpose was to sketch a few things that would grab your fancy for the art class the following Monday. I went along for the ride and all I could spot were a couple of yummy mummies who I wouldn't have minded as models anytime.

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For dinner Jan cooked Mexican. Chilli con carne, fajitas and all the trimmings followed by a spicy mango pudding (mango and chilli powder - sounds horrible but tastes absolutely delicious).