Gouter

With only brunch under our belts, Mr B and I felt an afternoon snack was in order before dinner prep. Blessed are the cheese makers, as our kids might have said if they'd paid heed to our cultural references chat last night.

Today, CarbBoy had a local basketball match, which they lost against dirty play and such biased refereeing that even some of the home supporters looked a bit ashamed. At one point an opposing defender climbed on top of our player and got a throw in despite the fact that neither our player nor the ball went out of play.

Our guys were, as always, well behaved, retreating past the half-way line after an own-basket (rare occurrence at this level).

They lost, but I'd rather have my son encouraged to play clean than win at any cost. Tricky though since our good friends are now on the other side (he was the climbing defender).

Later, the world was well and truly set to rights on our terrace (you're welcome), I somehow made a decent dinner, and after much French history/literature chat* it must be time for snoozing in front of Battlestar Galactica.

*TallGirl astonished us by quoting Voltaire and, turns out, D'Artagnan is a real person.