Half term lunch debacle

A quiet lunch resulted in the last stragglers finally vacating villa Exotica at around 9pm last night. Our house is now known as Villa Exotica because a new name was required for the English post office redirection service, where one cannot give the same forwarding address for more than 2 years, thus the new name for our humble abode was required with some 30 seconds warning at la poste (the French post office). Villa Exotica seemed to a good call at short notice. I am very happy to field comments on that choice on the section below for any comments my esteemed readers may wish to impart.

When the last reveller was finally ejected, a sense of peace returned to the villa, and apart from the detritus of the lunch remaining on the table, the broken glasses, the cigar smoke and some nasty stains on the sofa, there was hardly a sign that a ridiculous mid week lunch had taken place.

The fact that it was quiet was due in part for 2 reasons; the first is that the nice lady decorators second ipod froze (which subsequently involved me in rescuing said I pod from being physically ejected into our neighbours garden at high-speed) and the second reason was that she was clearly tired and emotional after spending a week in the frigid wastes of the north of England and fell asleep at some stage in the afternoon and retired to bed long before many of the guests had decided that lunch was over. If she is asleep, it is a fact that she cannot be heard. So be default, it was quieter.

Max the proper dog test the vertigo tablets to the limit

My picture is another taken during our walk around the Cap d’Antibes at the weekend, and frankly I will need a walk of similar magnitude this morning in order to regain my normal good humour. How can six people drink 6 bottles of a rather good St Estephe Cru Bourgeois, several bottles of champagne, a bottle of rose, 2 magnums of an Italian quaffing wine and a bottle of Montbazillac pudding wine on a Tuesday lunch time? Admittedly, children being away on holiday encouraged a party atmosphere, but the party was theirs (the children’s rather than the patents), however several parents decided to hijack that party atmosphere and I think that was part of the problem. Actually it was worse than it seems because at least one of our congregation was on the wagon, in a desperate and almost certainly doomed attempt to reform his rotund shape.

So what of today? It may well transpire that I spend much of today in bed, or at least laying flat, in order to focus on my business life. Obviously I could sit in my kennel office and diligently continue with my work for valued music clients and Currencies Direct, continuing to save people from the grabbing nature of their banks when it comes to forex transfers, but today I feel will be better spent in forward planning, and in my humble opinion, this is best achieved in an almost cathartic state which some may mistake as sleep, but is really intensive thinking in a quiet and undisturbed environment. This has on occasions been mistaken for sleep, but please do not be fooled, and so back to bed.

And so, dear readers, a full update on the rest of the weeks activities will be outlined tomorrow. Save to say that we simply must make use of the vintage conditions currently on offer at the ski resorts of the Southern Alps, and Friday looks like a good day to have a look.