Unexpected

This was not the way I expected the day to pan out. The early morning start was expected, given the way things have gone lately. Then a bunch of cleaning with a temperamental Hoover, and cooking lunch for our friends from Castres. Once they arrived the familiar routine of food, drink and chat took over as we meandered our way through 4 courses.

Somehow though, at 6pm, instead of bidding our guests a fond farewell, we found that we had been persuaded to pile into their car and go back to Castres with them for an evening of Eurovision and pizza.

And so it is that instead of the early night I promised myself, I am embarking on a large vodka and tonic and waiting for the voting in a city far from home. Not sure yet how we are going to get home tomorrow... And instead of a photo of a cheese that looks like a bottom, you have, err, this.