Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Salut!

I've just returned from a long weekend break in the south of france. It reached 45 degrees celsius each day, was the epitomy of tranquil, and made me realise what hell i put myself through each day just in order to get to work. And then we unfortunately had to come home to rush hour, 'trains not running', London. Things have to change pretty soon.

Needless to say, despite the help of a neighbour to keep the plants watered, most things were lurching like thirsty camels. The tomatoes were especially desperate, and some had even dropped to the floor. And to top it all, the squirrel had launched a daylight raid on our bird feeder and it was demolished, lying in pieces around the garden.

It's good to be back.

3 comments:

mtp said...

Meew! I want to go to France :( I miss it!
I spent 3 months there 2 years ago while on a sabattical from work. It is the most amazing place. I'm trying to persuade Ryan that we should go to Jean Cap Ferrat for a holiday - can you believe he needs persuading!

Al said...

where we were was just so far removed from city life - and also the stereotypical view of grumpy french people. The villagers were so welcoming and put up happily with my ropey french. Everone I met was nice and friendly, and the bread - oh the bread!! And the tarts come to think of it. I wish I had my own patisserie on the corner of my road!

Go! run away now. I was only there three days, but it felt like an eternity of bliss.

mtp said...

Tarts, yes! - strawberry and 'au citron' - right...where's that credit card?