I Need New Friends. Again.

I Need New Friends. Again.

We did a reshuffling of guests a couple of days ago. The new wave arrived, accompanied by Betty the French Bulldog who loves adventures.

We headed out to Le Tyrol for dinner, fondly believing it would keep things simple for lots of people. Make life easy. That sort of thing. Alas, another round of first night madness took over and what started with civilised cocktails du jour ended with our guests discovering the joys of génépi – the local firewater. A number of rounds were ordered and consumed. The kids went home in disgust. The staff were so enchanted with us that they started giving us free drinks.

This was never going to have a happy ending, was it? We staggered back up the hill and were told by our disapproving youth that they heard our careful and considered re-entry into the house all over the village.

The only functional beings the next day were the judgy kids and Betty. Nonetheless, we hauled our hangovers up the hill on a delightfully bouncy chairlift and hiked a couple of hours to La Païka, a mountain restaurant above La Turche at the other end of the village.

During the summer they do a wonderful barbecue lunch on Saturdays, for those hardy enough to walk there. We staggered in, looking a bit worse for wear and gratefully accepted everything they offered us before rolling home to do a bit of lying on the sofa and groaning.

In amongst this liver destroying revelry, Next Door acquired some new guests. Nobody has actually been seen, but there are 4 cars with Swiss plates outside the chalet and noises have been heard. Watch this space for further insights.

Today has been a more circumspect affair. Lessons have been learned. Honest, guv.