I say ... and you think ... ?
Groceries :: shopI flew home on Wednesday - that's another fabulous French summer over then. I seem to have mislayed my camera lead so I can't share my photos yet - I imagine that at this moment my parents are realising that they in fact have 2 leads and might pop it in the post for me - **hint hint hint**
For the first time in years I've played tourist - taking family and friends to La Roque St Christophe, Rocamadour and canoeing on the Dordogne. School starts again on Monday - boo - when's the next holiday?
I am still in France! I have a garden full of caravanning cousins
After a visit to Chateau des Millandes I wish I looked like the gorgeous Josephine Baker.
And in a flurry of excitement and large drum rolls this week Facebook found my teenage penpal - thankyou thankyou thankyou! Back sometime soon.
€3600 o.n.o. Well, a girl has got to get her foie gras and croissant money somewhere!! p.s. Don't tell my parents, they might miss it!
So, yes, still in France.
Crappy French Broadband is choosing it's moments to be broad and at all other times is being narrow in the extreme. I've rung Neuf and apparently it's all to do with the geography of the village and outdated French phone lines - ex-blinkin'-cuses!!
Simon went home on Sunday ... back in work on Monday morning - so he'll be as happy as, well as something that's REALLY, REALLY unhappy.
I vaguely remember muttering about "having BroadBand in France" meaning a regular posting schedule during the long summer holidays ... but then I said I'd NaBloPoMo during July too - are we getting the idea that sticking to something doesn't always go my way?? Are we?
So, the holiday so far, a little catchie-upie-post ... that's like keepi-upie without the football!
First there was the village fete - as rhum/red wine soaked as usual and of course there's always an accordionist / combo. If asked to recount the evening I would admit to singing "Those were the days my friend" between my starter (salade de gesiers) and main course (saucisse & aligot) whilst waving my napkin in the air ... wait, no, my mother nicked my napkin so that must have been her.
The next morning Simon and I were heading for the Gers region where friends of ours had rented a gite near Lupiac. Needless to say after 4 glasses of rough rhum punch and **counts on fingers and toes** a considerable amount of red wine* at the fete we didn't leave at 8am as we'd said we would and we eventually arrived with Paul and Sue at 2pm. But as we drove through the gates of Lou Courdet the sight ahead of us made the journey worthwhile. 
More later honest. More photos on Flickr if all else fails!! * Well the 4 courses, the punch and the wine were included in the €18 and therefore I didn't feel I shouldn't let the side down.
