This year, much humour has arisen from the use of sat navs and tom toms. Probably at the time, for the people concerned. it was highly stressful and infuriating but looking back over the events has been incredibly funny. Keith and Sue came in to one of the Northern ports and planned a leisurely drive down to us. Their sat nav was programmed to bring them here avoiding toll roads, but the main road out of Bologne was closed and things went rapidly down hill from there onwards. After a few hours of aimless driving around in circles they decided to reprogram the sat nav using tolls. The first words uttered from the sat nav were "please board the ferry" Not knowing where they were, they found themselves on the wrong side of the road with the disembarking traffic from the ferry coming straight at them. Luckily it was not a cross channel ferry otherwise they'd still be on route to us now. Boarding the ferry with no idea of it's destination Keith adopted the classic head in hands rocking position quite often seen in metal establishments. They finally arrived with us early evening, having taken 8 hours after landing in France.
The weekend has brought us the normal array of weather for this area of France in the middle of summer. Drizzle, rain, scorching sunshine, gale force winds, thunder, lightning, scorching sunshine . Did I metion torrential rain? The weather did however pinnacle on Sunday night with one of the biggest, brightest rainbows I've seen in a very long time. Even with all the rain, spirits were not dampened and we partyed on like the Brits that we are.
Depressingly the amount of softball played may have reached an all time low. We did give four softball virgins a baptism of fire on Saturday, straight into a game with no training at all. I'm sure if we'd had better weather we'd have got them playing pretty well by the end of the weekend but it was not to be. To help fill in time between showers, our virgins knocked out a pub quiz. Teams were drawn from a hat and the best team name was "Halal, is it meat you're looking for?" I'd love to tell you who won but I'd had a couple of beers by that point.
We had quite a few occasions of people sloping off to bed early. Not all of them with the intentions of sleeping. Darren managed to squeeze in a 4 hour power nap before having an early night. Trish passed out on the bed just after 10 both nights having vowed that she'd go the distance Sunday. She had been incredibly funny all through Sunday evenings French lesson. She decided it would be good to teach the french some of the more popular english language in return for them teaching her some french. No messing about and with a strong Northern accent she came out with "cunnnttt" Not once, twice or three times, maybe 20 after which I think they got the message. She then made the effort to learn some french so I told her the worst thing she could say to a French person was "moissoneuse batteuse" she thought this was great and used it lots. Every time she told tthe frenchies, they were laughing so she thought it must be a great word. Bsically translated it means "combine harvester" but no ones telling Trish that.
After years of suspicion, Russel and I are convinced that Charlotte works for MI5. She endured a 2 hour long interrogation where she refused to tell us anything, sticking to the story that she was a computer programmer for BA. She was cross examined by Nigel on some highly technical programming terms and she was not convincing with her answers. Even when she was asked "What do you call M in the pub" and "where's the button that makes your number plate rotate" she was giving nothing away.
Sunday lunch and dinner sort of rolled into one long eating fest with a very breif game of softball squeezed inbetween. Once again the pizza oven worked well, cooking over 50 pizzas to feed the troops. My band of avid workers did the most excellent job of prepping everything for the meals and once again I took the credit for all the hard work.
Time for me to get back to some tidying up now. Thanks to everyone for making the effort to get hear and, as always, making the party at Chateau Larcombe an event to remember. Looking forward to seeing you all again very soon.
Love me xx
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Sounds great fun!
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