Good morning all you satisfied ladies out there,
That was fun, eh? AnnieD, et al, has found her natural habitat on this thread, I hope.
The pool is a constant 29 degs so I shall be heading that way in a bit. First we shall stroll across to the patisserie for our croissannts and cakes for later. I am finding it amazing that I am not putting on weight here but I suppose all I've done is change my opening times, window ones, that is. At home I rarely eat before 1 or 2 p.m. whereas here we are having coffee and croissants at 10 a.m. then a huge lunch with cake at 2 p.m. and that is it for the day other than radar avoiding wine later. At home I suppose the wine I have actually falls in my window, a bit like me then, but here I have to just go with the flow. Hubs is losing weight and I seem very stable, weight wise that is, so happy campers all round.
I asked young Ghengis if he though B&Q at home sold friesian patterned tiles and he suggested we go and ask them one day when it is raining and we are bored out of our brains. It will go one of two ways, we will either be politely escorted off the premises or they will say something along the lines of, "Oh, sorry, we are sold out of Friesian but we have nice Belted Galloway ones and there are still some Highlands left!"
Back in Frejus we saw the youngest policeman in the history of the planet. He looked so young that I suppose he could have been described as a 'Child Protection Officer' and it looked like he had his mum with him, ah, sweet. She was flapping around him like a mother hen with an idiot chick and he looked embarrassed, well you would too if your mum insisted on coming to work with you. Can you imagine David Cameron standing up in the house to make a speech and his mum straightening his hair for him? They say you know when you are getting old when you think policemen look young, WRONG, you know you are getting old when you think PENSIONERS look young!
Off for a swim, be back later,
Ballerina x