On 27th December 2007, after travelling round France, we finally moved in to our own French dream. As well as having the memoirs of our travels on the blog, it is also an ongoing account of our new life in France.
Saturday, 31 October 2009
Sunday, 25 October 2009
Grandma and Grandma come to visit ....
Sunday, 18 October 2009
A week has passed ...
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
Peace and tranquility returns.
Saturday morning saw the overnight ferry crown turn up at the crack of dawn. Dressed only in my dressing gown I greeted Gordy, Emma and Charlotte. Gordy was convinced he had bought everything in the bakers and it was great to eat a warm pain au chocolatte first thing in the morning. Emma AKA Doctor Davis, our responsible adult for the weekend, demonstrated that even doctors know how to drink. This said, they don't know how many fingers they have. The morning after the night before however she did a very good impersonation of Robin Hood making us boys look lame at the target shooting. Charlotte was our lamb for the slaughter coming to a strange place with strange people but by Sunday night we had led her into our way of drinking. Perhaps a little too far. Dare I metion the term "tactical chunder" ?????
Mike and his mate Jay were the last to turn up after stopping off for a pint on Friday night. After a dozen or so they decided to book into the hotel they were drinking in and finally arrived just before the first game Sunday. We had a small world moment with Jay as it turns out he knew our nearest English neighbours and used to stay with them a few years back. Mike decided to attempt that old French favourite on Sunday night of the "menage et trois" but in my mind the girls were in no fit state to count to trois. Sorry Mike.
I say Mike and Jay were the last but actually Gregg holds that record, missing the first game in it's entirity and also sloping off with my wife during another game. All said and done though he did down nearly 2 pints of red wine in an hour.
I thought I'd leave Steve, Laura and Maddi until last, even though they arrived first. This is because Sue had mis-placed Steve on a couple of occasions over the weekend, making him feel very left out and un loved. Depressingly Thermo-man did not make an apeearance this weekend but there is always next year. Steve and Laura have to be my absolute dream house guests, not only bringing all the materials to put some heating in the gite, but also helping to do the work. Laura, my washer woman, made more beds this weekend than in a normal year and Steve just kept lighting fires. Thankyou sooooo soooo much guys.
We were also joined for dinner by our friends Dave and Chrissy, AKA the one in the wheel chair. Thanks for the Calva guys, it went down really well unlike Chrissy when she fell off our horse. Hence the wheel chair.
Chris and Jill joined us Sunday night for the paella and I'm sure second to Gregg, Jill drank the most times. Thanks for the chocolate cake guys it was scrummy.
All in all, a great weekend was had thanks to everyone. But I must thank Jane most of all because she puts up with me and supports me through all of it. Who could ask for a better wife?