What goes on tour stays on tour

BD was up at the crack and had even set out breakfast and emptied the dishwasher by the time I surfaced. He had been out to buy a baguette and two croissants and returned with an ironing board and some heated rollers. We scoffed down a bit of breakfast and then dashed out to the flea market to pick over potential bargains. The best value item seemed to be a Tesco’s Finest Christmas Pudding. I know, don’t ask. We did a quick circuit of the town and returned home just in time to receive Michael & André together with André’s mum for aperitifs. It was all go! When we left for our lunchtime reservation at Le Poivre et Sel up the road (30 metres - ahem), André’s mum put in a bid for the title of most spectacular method of exiting the house by performing a triple somersault followed by a half-twist and flying through the front door onto André’s back. We were quite impressed, but agreed that André’s previous effort had the slight edge.

Lunch was a jolly affair, and involved food and wine in most spectacular quantities. K&I appeared later, and we all listened enraptured to the tale of Rindercella and the Sugly Isters (slopped drippers, bancy falls et al). I guess you had to be there. We were then whisked away to Lot-et-Garonnne where a most entertaining evening proceeded to unfold, the precise detail of which I will leave unsullied in the memories of those who were present. Unless of course demand dictates otherwise...