And I talk to the filth and I walk to the door And so it came to pass that Joe and Ashley deigned to grace us with their presence in Les Gets, and there was much rejoicing after 4 weeks of not seeing them. We proceeded immediately chez Madame for kir pétillant and there was… Continue reading And I talk to the filth and I walk to the door
Month: July 2022
A simple prop to occupy my time
A simple prop to occupy my time Hello, hello. Well here we are in week 2 already – where does the time go, eh? Summer appears to be over in the UK, but it’s still brain meltingly hot here. We spent part of the weekend supporting runners in a series of local races and there… Continue reading A simple prop to occupy my time
Are we just falling stars dancing across the sky
Are we just falling stars dancing across the sky Bonjour from Les Gets, where my concussion and I are having a lovely time, thank you. Oooh and isn’t it HOT? Although it rained here this morning, which was nice. OK, that’s the British Weather Bullshit out of the way. Now let me tell you about… Continue reading Are we just falling stars dancing across the sky
If they were me and I was you
If they were me and I was you As I write this from my prone position on a sunlounger by the pool, there’s a fire raging less than 30 minutes away, just south of Avignon. It started last night while we were out having dinner and when I opened our shutters this morning, a thick… Continue reading If they were me and I was you
It’s no better to be safe than sorry
It’s no better to be safe than sorry The past few days have been more challenging than I thought they’d be, to be honest. Turns out that knowing I won’t be racing is very different from *actually* not racing. I thoroughly enjoyed supporting everybody who was out there being magnificent in the Val d’Aran, but… Continue reading It’s no better to be safe than sorry
When you were my lover, all gunfight and thunder
When you were my lover, all gunfight and thunder Really, it’s hard to know where to start. What should have been a welcome back, let me tell you all about how I got here, and we-had-a-lovely-time-in-Bordeaux-on-the-way-thanks-for-asking warmup preamble has turned into us sitting in a small bar in Vielha, eating all the tapas and watching… Continue reading When you were my lover, all gunfight and thunder