Topless volleyball?

In a desperate attempt to get some food surrounded with something fatty, our Yorkshire house guests plumped for escalope milanese, and calamari hoops in batter, the latter being the closest to fish and chips that was available. Plump being the operative word here, if I ate things like that every day, I would also expect to end up the wrong side of plump.

Lunch was taken (after their visit to Marinaland – where all they saw were some fish, and none of then encased in batter, and not a Morris Marina in sight) on the way to the airport on the beach somewhere between Biot and Villeneuve Loubet, where even I “plumped” for something with a few more carbs, moules frites au curry, mussels in a curry sauce and chips.

Originally the plan was for a day of recovery today but golf and lunch are now fixed (on Mr Clipboards schedule, arrive 10.30 sharp, tee off 10.44, finish 12.35, lunch 12.45) and judging by the number of telephone calls that have been made and received today, I am beginning to suspect something is on the horizon for tonight but I have yet to receive notification from that nice lady decorator. Then I think there is something occurring on Tuesday evening, again inspired speculation on my part as no instructions have been issued or received.

This is a real concern for me as I have so much work stacking up, it is horrible to contemplate. For instance, apart from my urgent work for Currencies Direct, each of our outdoor seating items need to be rigorously tested, indeed I am testing one as I write. My hammock, or one of the office ante rooms as I like to call it, is even now experiencing the kind of testing vital to be undertaken annually ahead of the rental season, which this year will comprise just three weeks in July. My picture is taken from the site of this thorough testing, indeed as the actual testing was in progress.

hammock testing in progress

Despite much evidence that multi tasking is a myth, as I have carefully explained in an article earlier this year in Riviera Woman, I have realised that in my case it is possible. Simultaneously whilst continuing the thorough testing of the hammock, I wrote my new Happy Mondays blog for angloinfo which is published this morning.

That nice lady decorator remembers nothing about being carried up to bed on Saturday evening, denying it could ever have happened, despite those doing the actual carrying confirming that very fact. There is always a wonderful amount of wind-up material in those instances where memory has clearly lapsed.

Any number of serious transgressions can either be recalled or invented, and the trangressee, in this case that nice lady decorator, can never been completely sure where reality ends and invention begins. What joy! I had a great deal of entertainment last night as a small impromptu gathering developed in the Pav where some of her doubtful behaviour from Saturday night became a topic of conversation. I think the fact of whether these events occurred changed from doubt to certainty somewhere between being told she was at one stage trying to set fire to a fart, and then took part in a game of topless volleyball in the swimming pool. I do so love it when the certainty that she would never do such a thing is replaced by the nagging doubt… Actually that is another epithet to describe her at some stage in the future. indeed, it compliments the other description I came across recently, the nagging headache

Chris France