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A dogs dinner?

July 22, 2012

Pressure of house tidying work, and the seduction of a glass of wine in the pav last evening was enough for us to fail to make it to the reopening of the formerly very disappointing Fontaine des Vins, a wine bar in the centre of Valbonne that I, and a few enlightened locals, had attempted to buy last year. However, early reports from those that did attend, one of which used the expression “crap wine and crap seating” suggests that this may not be the panacea of the opening of a decent wine bar in Valbonne for which many of us had hoped.

The existing wine bar, La Kavanou could be decent and indeed was for a time, but as the English maitre d’ seems intent in encouraging children, french chaps who nurse a glass of wine for an evening and owners of yappy dogs determined not to be parted for a moment from their meat pies pets as customers rather than the free spending but noisy ex pats, it is, I am afraid, a place to be avoided for the most part, unless you number yourself amongst one of these above mentioned favored groups. There is also the problem of not being able to take ones drink outside,  a disadvantage that the new place does not have to endure. I will however reserve judgement until we personally have given it the once over.

As we sat in the pav, with the growing realisation that in less than a week we will be returning to England, the enormity of what we shall be leaving behind made its mark. Where will she get her nails done in Arundel?

That nice lady decorator, who it has to be said is relishing the move back, has just had hers done, pure folly as she spent much of today with several barrows of cement (made by my good self)  repairing some misplaced stones surrounding our pool. She was cursing the fact that her new nails were nor helping her texting accuracy. Eventually, when she managed to send the message, I suggested to her that she had nailed the typing but she was too tired even to slap me.

Sprog 2 has taken to doing a fry up for many of her friends most mornings. These friends, who mostly look they live under stones but are almost without exception from families far more affluent than I, seem to delight in being entertained at my house at my expense. The expression “grinding the face of the poor” comes to mind. Anyway, recently I was able to photo this output and my picture today is the result. I think she needs a boyfriend.

I think it is supposed to be 2 eyes?

There was half a plan to go for a pizza tonight at the Auberge St Donat but in another fine illustration of the word “entrepreneur” which sounds like it is a French word, the restaurant is shut tonight as it is a Sunday. No matter that they only open in the evenings for July and August because of the massive influx of tourists into the area and the evening warmth, no, French intransigence and refusal to adopt what they call “the Anglo-Saxon Experiment” in which the laws of supply and demand and a free market are central, seem to pass them by. Don’t you just love it!

So now I have just received from that nice lady decorator a list of jobs for today which include mixing more cement, lopping trees, cutting lavender, cleaning the bar area, getting a Sunday Times, watch cricket, mow lawn, pack clothes and clear garage. Does she not know it is a Sunday, a day of rest? It’s enough to make me consider becoming religious (only joking Reverend). I hope you notice that there is no mention today of the benfits offered by Currencies Direct.

Chris France

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