A good curry

It was Gill's (Bryan's better half) turn today to organise a curry lunch. So, after a haircut in nearby St Mamert, where Alain now gives me a petite brosse (and pronounces me a real Frenchman), we headed off to Lunel. Twenty of us ate at Five Roses which we think is the best curry house around. Now I'm not the best one for meeting hordes of expats for one event (yesterday), never mind two, but it was a jolly affair and the food good. Thanks Gill.

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This is funny.