A damaging Frost?

Gardening. A word that strikes horror deep into my soul. It dawned bright and sunny yesterday morning and I was just beginning to contemplate taking the new John Grisham novel out to the hammock for a little rest and recouperation, and to ensure that his writing standards had not slipped below mine,  when I was intercepted and suddenly presented with gardening gloves and various wicked looking implements apparently often used in outdoor areas. Was it Winston Churchill who, when describing golf, called it “an activity invented in hell with implements designed by the devil”? He got it wrong, this statement sums up exactly how I feel about gardening.

So as the late great rugby league commentator Eddie Waring used to say, I went for an early bath after my garden exertions. At least my exertions in the garden bring a more positive result than the exertions of that faeces filled Fido, Banjo. I was asked and under pressure had agreed to take a trailer full of cuttings and garden refuse to the local recycling depot in Valbonne, but the attempt by that nice lady decorator to smuggle a bucket full of his calling cards into the trailer that she had collected before I could mow the lawn came to nothing. It is her dog, she can dispose of his droppings.

Winter will soon be upon us, so today I have a picture of some early Frosts, these were photographed in Bluebell the camper which had to be pressed into service last weekend during the rains as that nice lady decorators vehicle a 4×4 decided to get itself a bit wet and refuse to move.

That nice lady decorator with Matt, Simon and Stephen Frost. who appears to be doing an Artful Dodger move.

I wondered why it was that Matt and Stephen Frost call Simon, their little brother Walking Eagle. It seemed to me that Bald Eagle might be a more suitable nickname given the lack of hair in the picture above but Stephen said that there was a time when that was the case but that nowadays, he was so full of shit he would never get off the ground so they had decided to call him Walking Eagle.

The signs are  that there is some kind of gathering for Sunday lunch. As I have no executive power or authority in this department, I am eagerly awaiting news. I wonder where we are going? it is so exciting. I just know that Peachy Butterfield will be involved due to overhearing a chance telephone conversation, so one way or another I shall be subjected to his latest find, a cheeky little Cote Du Rhone for 1.39 Euros. I can feel my stomach cramps already. More news tomorrow.

A meeting with the mayor’s office on Tuesday may open the door for a series of exciting events emanating from the modern comedy world here in Valbonne, but then again given my previous experience of trying to book the communes facilities in the past, when I received a very De Gaulle like “Non” when I wanted to stage an event last year, I do not want to read too much into this, however, reports seem to indicate that the deputy mayor loved the book launch event and by all accounts seems to understand the value to the village of empowering the local ex pat community for the good of village commerce.  Rather interestingly, she has a brief to involve herself with the ex pat communities.

I have been wracking my brain as to how to get a mention in for Currencies Direct today, but so far I have come up with nothing, so I think I will have to leave it for today.

Chris France