Malreves

Today, punishment for the excesses of last night. Can we stand up and maintain a vertical posture? Long enough for us to be able to go out anywhere? Can we even watch a film? Naomei and I managed to go out with my mère; we survived the car journey to St Junien, and nodded and voilà'd ourselves though hiring a car, and proceeded along to the piscine to try and recover ourselves. Grand plans had been hatched for sight seeing but really nothing was ever going to happen today. However, the jacuzzi beds and outdoor pool sufficiently revived us, so that we could tolerate some shopping: a postcard, some lipsticks, chocolate coated nuts - the essentials.

I've recently been told that the Norwegian for dragonfly quite literally translates back into English as eye poker... I haven't yet decided if that makes them more or less terrifying.