jeudi

No photos today, I'm afraid blogger will not let me upload anything at all, or leave comments. Thanks to all the lovely comments on my blog. Thanks for the forewarning about the invasion that happened today. I love the French but the do like to do things on masse! From all going en vacance in aout when everything is ferme! Including the effing garages when we broke down years ago~! To all getting on the road at the same time on certain bank holidays. It's a wonder this lovely place is economically viable, they are either on holiday or having a bank holiday. They do like to do what they do, with everyone else, and all at the same time!

I love it here and would retire here in a heart beat, but I would live in land in a real community where people live all year round. Yesterday, the place was empty and today, it's full! I knew something was up when I went to Super U for a bottle of milk this morning! Aggression, anger, shouting, gestures and that was just at the self service tills! When it's a bank holiday, the shops keep odd hours, opening and closing within the space of about four hours. Everyone seems to turn up and shop as if the shops are never opening again. They may well be closed all weekend and DB and I may have to eat out if we can't get any food tomorrow!

Today has been amazingly warm. We laid by the pool and toasted our selves, getting in and out periodically to cool our selves down. I spent the rest of the day on the patio, climbing in and out of the shade of the parasol when I would get too hot. Today, I've read Stephen Fry's 'Fry Chronicles' and had plenty of oh fuck moments, when he could have been talking about me. He writes wonderfully but the truth, especially about his addictive personality was  very close to the bone. Nonetheless, one of the best biogs I've read in a while, effusive and prosiac at times, as only Fry can be, but earthy, very rude and utterly twattish at other moments. I love that man but he is a tool!

Well, the camp site is now packed and feeling very familiar. Our neighbours have chatty and delightful children who have spent the day in jolly conversation with their mum and dad, (dad, I am not kidding you is the spit of Thiery Henry!!!!) Which brings me onto the topic of French parenting. Sometimes, I think the English shouldn't have children, so many of them see parenting as chore, which they would rather pay someone else to do and when on holiday, like to park them with the 'holiday club' so mum and dad can get away from them. Here, the parents seem to spend every waking moment with their children and all of it is based around conversation and just being together. They also seem to take discipline seriously and don't blink an eyelid at giving the kids a hiding in public, no naughty step here! Consequently, the children,don't hang round in clusters with other children but tend to stay with their parents all the time.

It's ten to ten in the evening as I'm typing, the sun is just disappearing and the place is quietening down for the evening. Parents are taking the children to the shower blocks, wrapped in hooded towelling dressing gowns to get washed and their teeth cleaned and older French people are just doing what they do of wandering round and exchanging pleasantries.

Like wise, bon soir et a demain, Froogs xxxxxxxxxxx