Evolutionary abomination

It seems my remarks a couple of days ago about the after life has a stirred up some murky waters. I had suggested that I may experience a religious choice change before my death in case the 70 odd virgins were waiting for me, and The Reverent Jeff was moved to suggest if he was ever to waver in his faith and make tht decision, that with his luck, most of them would be men. I asked him, given the high-profile problems the male clergy seem to experience with the same sex, if that might not be, quite literally, a blessing in disguise? So far I have not had a response.

Pressure of space today means I have been unable to dedicate quite as much space to the game  of tennis that took place yesterday morning at the Vignale Tennis Club. Indeed sadly I do not even have enough column inches to mention the result, which I cannot recall anyway. I do remember that we all enjoyed a beer in the delightful mid September sunshine.

Arriving back for what I had hoped to be a spot of lunch and a siesta, I was disavowed of this plan by That Nice Lady Decorator who decided she wanted to go out to lunch. That was no problem in itself, but she wanted to go to Antibes on the train from Mouans Sartoux. I knew immediately what that meant; shopping, and a very late lunch, the train ride is actually very rewarding as it goes to Cannes and then picks its way along the beautiful Mediterranean.coast, past the late summer sun bathers at Golfe Juan, Vallauris, Juan Les Pins on its way to the bustling yachty town.  The problem is that there are a lot if shops in the way to the restaurant quarter, so by the time we sat down to eat (at 4.45!), we were laden with such items as a coffee cup set and a napkin holder, all vital pieces of merchandise, of that I am certain.

After a rather good lunch, we were faced with a longish walk back to the station carrying all her goodies and by the time we got there my knuckles were dragging along the ground under the weight. There are those amongst my readers who would be tempted to say that this ape like gait sums up my position in the evolutionary scale, but let us not dwell on that.

Why would you have this on your table?

Talking of the evolutionary scale, where dies the little critter in today’s picture fit in? It is not my style and I am afraid there is no accounting for taste.

Returning to the pav to watch the sun go down made me think of all the poor people who do not use the services of Currencies Direct for all their foreign exchange needs, and I made a pact with myself to redouble my efforts to seek out these poor misguided souks and enlighten them.

Today is Sunday, the traditional day of rest, but tradition plays no part in our household if That Nice Lady Gardener has a project in mind, and, as I am sure you will not be surprised to hear, she had one in mind today. It appears to involve the removal of a number of bushes, which are on the receiving end of her ire as apparently they do not produce enough flowers to justify the maintenance of them. It seems that they must be cut down, dug up and poisoned. There is a worrying theme developing here; What if she were to apply the same criteria to an ageing but successful author? Anyway, in a misguided weak moment I volunteered to help and so I am partly to blame for what I am about to do.

Chris France
@Valbonne_News