Some of them want to get used by you
Oh haiiiiiiiiiiii, how you doing? I’m back again, comrades, for Season 4 – the Aggravating Years.
The sun is shining, the vin, fromage et tomates are plentiful and I’m on holiday this week.
There’s almost no snow, but we’ll gloss over that small detail, because there’s more than enough hidden away in dark and nefarious nooks and crannies if you know where to look. It’s allegedly going to be hoofing down next week, if Météo France are to be believed.
No journey here is without event. Ours kicked off with a night in the salubrious Maidstone Premier Inn, complete with sleeping drunk man in reception. A bargainous £36.50, but nonetheless I shall never be staying there again, thank you. No good ever comes from playing away from the usual shipping container in Calais.
The highlight of our first week has been having Roo and Tam to stay. We picked them up at Cluses on our way in which, thankfully, is only half an hour from Les Gets, as the car was so packed we had to karate chop and fold Roo like a hinge to fit her in.
We hauled her straight off to Madame’s to unhinge and re-oil her, and so it began.
We’ve had a rare 4 days together and as units of time go, this is an optimal one for spending with folk you Actually Like. Long enough to do some, but not all of the things you’d planned, yet short enough to leave you wanting more.
I’ve been totally owned by the 15 year old, whilst also teaching her some of my favourite Scottish vernacular – so my godmotherly duty is done for another wee while.
All that remains, to round off a perfect few days of sun, snow skiing, laughter, tears, singing and utter nonsense, is for Roo and I to Go Out Alone for dinner tonight. Tam is minding Nick and his twisted ankle, and whilst Roo and I fondly believe this will be a big night out, the reality is that we’ll be back in our comfies on the sofa by 9.30pm, like the middle aged aul bats that we are.
