Cow reincarnation

Now you would think, would you not, that after a full on 12 hour champagne fueled 50th birthday celebration aboard a fantastic yacht in and around Cannes and Antibes, that the next day would be a time for quiet contemplation, rest and recuperation? Certainly that was what I had in mind yesterday, but that nice lady decorator, who had foolishly agreed to work yesterday morning in her decorating role, and looked like death as she staggered towards the Thornton Allan’s to fulfill her promise to utilise her skills in their service, had a different view.

She was, I think is fair to say, not on top form when she awoke. Yesterdays champagne fest had left its mark and the dark glasses and particularly the trembling, which I would normally like to associate with her reaction to me when I stand close to her, was perhaps on this occasion generated from a different reaction, more like the dt’s.

So, as she left, clutching her paint brushes and overalls, there was nothing to suggest that after a few hours decorating and suffering from the excesses of the previous day, that she would do anything apart from fulfill whatever commitments she had taken on, and retire as early as possible in order to make Sunday a day when normal service could have been resumed.

However, as I should have known, she is made if sterner stuff. I had been tootalling around under the previous days excessive champagne cloud, idly pretending to do some jobs, like mowing the lawn in Terrance the tractor, the new, well, new to us, sit on mower. I was just contemplating a bloody mary or a sleep, or both, when the call came; “we have just finished the second bottle of wine, so would you like to come over?”. Every fibre of my being was screaming NO, but then I heard a voice exactly like mine saying “love to, give me 10 minutes” but I know not from whence in came, but it seems to have come from me.

So, at 3pm I trotted across the road, ostensibly to discuss The Big Picture‘s involvement with Le Tour De Finance event in Mougins next Thursday, so I would contend that this was a business meeting as the event is sponsored by Currencies Direct, and got home just before midnight.

As is usual in these situations, a very great deal of conversation took place and I do remember one discussion about reincarnation, I said that I believed in reincarnation, but that you had to come back as a different animal. That nice lady decorator said she would like to come back as a cow. I said “you are not listening”. I believe that at some stage under the influence of a delightful Barolo I had purchased in Italy last week, that myself and Paul Thornton Allan, whilst deep in discussion about the forthcoming event, may coincidentally have dozed off whilst watching Britain’s Got Talent and have been purring in unison. Any suggestion that this was in fact snoring will be met with the fiercest riposte.

My picture today was taken on the epic boat trip last Friday around Cannes and is of a man-made floating island complete with palm trees which I spotted moored behind a boat in front of the Carlton Hotel.

Cant afford a beach front property in Cannes? answer, build your own island on a barge!

Today, Sunday, is of course traditionally a day of rest, so after the full work schedule this week, I do hope to take advantage of it and avoid any social occasion that the nice lady decorator may conjure up at a moment’s notice, and concentrate on spiritual matters, which should not be taken to mean that brandy will pass my lips.

Chris France