Mood lighting or lightning?

That nice lady decorator is already planning the finishing for the extension for which we have only just secured planning permission. She mentioned something about mood lighting but I am afraid I may have misinterpreted what she said. Apparently she never gets in a mood, so mood lighting as I had envisaged it would never be required. So that’s now crystal clear in my mind, and I shall always equate that particular misunderstanding and subsequent exchange with the setting off of fireworks.

Talking of fireworks, the first tenuous link today, tonight we will head down to Port de la Rague near Mandelieu to board the sailing yacht owned by John Mundell who has kindly invited us to see the firework display in Cannes this evening. I do hope we experience fireworks of a very different nature from those I experienced due to my mood comment earlier.

I am writing this as I sit by the swimming pool, trying to counter the effects of 33 degrees of heat. I am not a swimmer, but even I have had to venture in to cool down. However I will fight anyone who suggests that I am not working. Indeed I have already completed my first deal for Medina Palms, that wonderful beach development and investment opportunity on the white sands of one of the top 10 beaches in the world. It is not all play down here on the Cote d’Azur in summer.

My picture today is of an elephants ares. I have nothing per see against shisha pipes, or smoking in general, indeed and I rather partial to the occasional Monte Christo No 2 cigar, but I would never want to smoke anything if I considered it may have emanated from an elephants rear end. The pipe in question is owned my daughter, but  I will be hesitant to mention large rear ends when in her presence as she is rather sensitive in this area.

Smoke from an elephants arse, and they say there is no smoke without fire

An elephants arse is also a colloquial golf expression and is used when you have hit a shot you could  describe as “high and smelly”. Talking of golf, I have begun planning for the Taylor Made sponsored REGS tournament and mentioned to my daughter that I was hoping to get a new driver out of it. She asked me if I had an existing driver to which I replied in the affirmative, so she said ” Can he drive me into Cannes?”.

The heat wave continues to play havoc with my best laid plans to continue the promotion of Currencies Direct and I am concerned that the current heat is allowing people to slip through my hands and remain in the hands of their banks when it comes to forex movements, and I know you will all my understand my frustration with events such as these.

Because of the heat, that nice lady decorator has decided to clip the dogs. Max, the wonderfully mannered family pet, revered by all is very sensible and sits in the shade all day apart from several visits to the pool, whereas the monstrous mutt Banjo can be found lazing in the sun, and I am disturbed to be able to report that he has mild sunburn on his white patches. Had the sunburn been more pronounced I would have been a little less disturbed. This also caused me to be in trouble as I was accused of hiding the sun burn cream, but I was only putting out of the sun in a secret hiding place so that I could lay me hands on it whenever needed. Imagine my distress when I was accused of hiding it from Banjo, can you imagine that I would do such a thing?

Chris France