Des Verres

A lift from the lovely Smith family grandparents allowed us to go the supermarket this morning! Now, supermarket visits for us are literally a two and a half hour job, as we have to shop for us and for cheese and wine, so we always worry that we will take too long...but the Smiths took just as long so we weren't panicked at all which was awesome! Now big French supermarkets, well, it is a bit like Christmas when you go into one, as you can buy literally everything, hum, everything French anyways! Spontaneously buying cream cakes for lunch an half a kilo of prawns for dinner has now become less spontaneous now and more of a weekly thing for Jen and I. It's the little things right?

Our afternoon was spent down at the pool sunbathing and trying out the numerous water slides. All market research of course...I mean, one has to tell the customers from one's own experience right? A quick trip to the beach yielded this photograph, I'm very lucky to be surrounded by such stunning scenery! So, we started a montage before dinner (it is so much easier to do them in the evenings or early mornings; as the sun has not got to fierce heat at this time) before giving up due to the offer of wine and an evening of conversation with the Smiths. Well, one has to keep the customers happy! Our evening did not end, however, after saying goodnight to the Smiths...instead going back and finishing the montage that we had started earlier in the day slightly pompette. Nothing like a few drinks to really help the process!

Rereading Madame Bovary right now, Flaubert really does tell it like it is doesn't he?!

La parole humaine est comme un chaudron fêlé où nous battons des mélodies à faire danser les ours, quand on voudrait attendrir les étoiles.

Human speech is liked a cracked cauldron on which we knock out tunes for dancing bears, when we want to conjure pity from the stars.