Friday, August 31, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
It was off to Nîmes at lunchtime to pick up the 'happy' couple, and, they seemed genuinely happy. Last time I got married (OK, the only time I got married), I seem to remember that I wondered whether I was doing the right thing - before the wedding, and, for the next 26 years - (just kidding). Then I met Jan, so far so good.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
A man on his Harley was riding along a California beach when suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, the Lord said, "Because you have tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish.
The biker pulled over and said, "Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over anytime I want."
The Lord said, "Your request is materialistic, think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking; the supports required reaching the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it would take! It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help mankind."
The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, "Lord, I wish that I and all men could understand women; I want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, and how I can make a woman truly happy."
The Lord replied, "You want two lanes or four on that bridge?"
Sunday, August 26, 2007
It was as a poor start to my resolve to be more active today, because Jan forced me to have a lie-in. Bum. Having said that I made an early start at getting the beer cooler working (how important is that? - Ed). As instructed, it had been sitting undisturbed for a couple of days and the refrigeration unit had been filled with water and the beer tubes had been rinsed out. I was so excited. Look girls, I know its a boy thing, but to have your own chilled beer, on tap, as it were, was very exciting, so please indulge me (just like Jan indulges you all the time? - Ed). Anyway, by mid afternoon the water was very cold so I connected the gas and beer. I was quivering with excitement (you are so sad! - Ed). That tap hissed and fizzed, then it happened, I had beer. Beautiful cold beer. It tasted so good, and even Jan indulged in a demi-pêche.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
So there we were, Bob, Chris, Kevin and I all chewing the fat at Elie's bar in Sommieres, listening to Chris' adventures as a private chef to wealthy French and English families on the CdA. Kevin happens to mention that his PR company had pitched to the Mars consumer drinks division. Normally they only deal with business PR, so this was a little unusual. Someone said, let me understand, this is a Mars drink? It tastes like a Mars bar? Bob quick as a flash came up with the perfect tag line. 'Mars, the drink. If you're just too lazy to chew'. I'm still giggling.
It's humour like this that you can't buy. It comes from a bunch of guys sitting around shooting the breeze. Excellent.
It was late afternon and time to cool down in the pool. Unless the pool temperature is about 30 C, I sqeal like a schoolgirl as I get in. Kevin, who was already in, looks at me in disgust and spits, "If you lived in Reading, you'd find this tropical. In fact there are parts of Reading that don't have tap water as hot as this!" I got the impression that he wasn't too sympathetic.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Jacqui will be pleased that I haven't mentioned either children or animals (or food - Ed.) today.
We all need to know what Gigi got up to this week. Come on girl, spill the beans.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Late yesterday afternoon we popped to Chateau Puech Haut to buy some wine for my son's wedding on 31st August. There will in fact be two weddings. The first, the official wedding, will take place in the Mairie (left above) late on the Friday morning and this wine is for the lunch that follows. Because the Mairie only holds about 30 people, we will then have a second wedding, on 1st September, with a much bigger group of guests. This will take place in the temple (right above) next door. It's a neat solution to the problem of the small room in the Mairie and was suggested by William. He can perform the second ceremony because J&P will already be married. I hope you're paying attention.
We usually have two village gatherings in August and last night was the first. Une Soiree Festive sous les Tonnelles started at 19.30 with Les Toqués a funny act, that we unfortunately failed to see, because we popped into the Lloyds for pre-drink drinks.
The format was a little different to previous years, in that this time we were provided with plates and knives and forks, which was just as well because we had forgotten to bring ours. The paella was professionally made from a van, and the wine was not sold at cave prices. Personally, I didn't enjoy the food (but you ate it all, you pig - Ed.) and charging nearly twice as much for the wine as you can buy it direct, seemed a bit cheeky. It was also very cold, but when I went inside to warm up, I got involved in washing up. My rose coloured glasses were working well that night because, seeing a few plates in the sink, Mr Macho here charged in but hadn't counted on having to wash 130 plates, 130 cutlery sets, 130 glasses and then a whole bunch of other plates and jugs. An hour later, when my beloved and all our friends had long gone home, I staggered back, not a particularly happy bunny, but knowing that I'd get my reward at some other time and some other place.
Today, I had yet another inspiring trip to Marseille to return Luke and Lydia and then didn't do much for the rest of the day. That's more like it!
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Course camarguaise, on the other hand, is much more evenly balanced and the bull walks away, proud, unharmed but very out of breath. The choice between 'out of breath' and 'death' is much simpler. Jan, who has a sensitive nature, (except when she is pissed off with me) had initial reservations, but went with us and admitted afterwards that it was exciting and that she enjoyed it.
This article describes a course and pretty much reflects what we saw.
Friday, August 03, 2007
News of the disaster was swiftly carried abroad by the town's 35,000 racing pigeons, as victims were seen wandering around aimlessly muttering "fookinhell" and "chuffinnorah".
The flood decimated the town, causing at least £30 worth of damage. Several priceless collections of mementos from the Great Yorkshire Show and the Dearne Valley Mining Museum were damaged beyond repair.
Three areas of historical ferret racing were disturbed, and many locals were woken well before their Giro arrived. Radio station RotherFM reported that hundreds of residents were confused and bewildered, still trying to come to terms with the fact that something interesting had happened in Rotherham. One resident, 15 year old mother of 3, Tracy Sharon Braithwaite said: "It was such a shock, my little Nora-Madonna came running into my bedroom crying. The twins, Trueman-Boycott and Bronte-Parkinson slept through it all. I was still shaking when I was watching Super League rugby the next morning".
Locals were determined not to be bowed, as looting, muggings and car crime carried on as normal. So far, whilst the British Red Cross has managed to ship 4000 crates of Yorkshire tea bags and several tonnes of Barnsley seam coal to the area to relieve the suffering of stricken locals, rescue workers searching through the rubble have found large quantities of personal belongings including, Rotherham United Programmes, jewellery from Elizabeth Duke at Argos, and bone china from Pound-stretcher. Can You Help? Please respond generously to our appeal for food and clothing for the victims of this disaster.
Clothing is needed most of all, especially:
· Flat or cloth caps
· Ex NCB Donkey Jackets
· Aprons (female)
· White sports socks
· Clogs, Rockfort boots or any other product sold in Primark
Culturally sensitive food parcels are harder to put together, but your efforts will make a difference.
Microwave meals, any type of pies, tinned baked beans, dripping and cans of John Smiths or Tetley Bitter is ideal. Please do not give anything that requires peeling.
· 22p buys a biro for filling in compensation claims
· £2 buys chips, crisps and a blue fizzy drink for a family of 9
· £5 will pay for a packet of Woodbines and a lighter to calm a child's nerves
Urgently required: Tinned whippet food. Bones for Jack Russells
Please do not send tents for shelter. The sight of such posh housing will cause residents to believe they have been forcibly relocated to Sheffield.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Jan with the delightful Jessica. There were lots more photos but I guess you get the gist.