Poolside
A bank holiday in France. A slow start to the day, and
another saunter to Les Mages, with the idea of buying some mosquito spray, but
the pharmacy was closed. Luckily we have are plug ins for the bedroom, so the atrocious
insects are mainly confining their activities to poolside.
In the village we popped into the Tabac, where we ordered
coffee, and got two thimbles of the mind altering strength brew. Then deux demis of beer as it was past
midday. We sat in a little booth, with an extremely large stuffed boar’s head
above Lorraine’s. It was slaughtered on 31st December 1959,
coincidentally the year of the boar.
Came back home, had a spot of lunch and went down to the pool.
Me wearing my complete anti mosquito gear apart from when swimming. I went for
an explore down by the side of the river and fell down the bank. The water only
an inch deep there, and very shallow with lots of what I think are trout in it.
Then I returned to the pool, read a little, and so on.
We sauntered early back to the rooms, and cooked Toulouse
sausages and potatoes fried with onions and garlic and salad. A fine repast
with grapes and cheese afterwards. Listening to music.
More scrabble. Lorraine thinks she is turning me to become a
gamer. Judicious quantities of wine. Then a look at what was on French TV in
the evening. Death in Paradise spent
an unfeasible amount of time trying to decide if it was dubbed or not. Lorraine convinced that it wasn’t. Then a few more
French people doing stuff in the Olympics apparently. Cheering the French on and feeling tremendously relaxed after several wines.
Below Lorraine overlooked, poolside, in the river.
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