|Posted by holidaysinthegers on December 15, 2008 at 5:03 PM|
This weekend we had the pleasure of Guy and Veronique staying with us. They used to run the bar in the village, but sold up and moved to Spain in October. It was pouring with rain when they arrived. It was also pouring with rain when they moved and I think we've had about 4 days of sunshine since. So much for moving to the south of France for the sun !!
I had just dyed my hair when they arrived and I hadn't seen the result myself so didn't want to take the towel off in case it had gone horribly wrong, so I tried to look as if it was completely normal for me to be wandering around the house with a huge towel on my head at 4:00pm in the afternoon. Finally, after catching up for an hour, using my very best french, they decided to do some visiting. Phew, several rinses later & the hair didn't look too bad. Memo to self - don't dye hair on the day you're expecting guests!!
Later we met up in the bar. A very strange atmosphere. I guess it is always difficult for both old and new. The old quick to spot the changes and the new feeling a little awkward. So it was soon off to Tarbes for dinner. One of Michels' favourite restaurants, an italian run by 4 gay guys. brilliant fun and excellent food. I was absolutely convinced that two of the guys also worked in a restuarant in Pau. After an arguement with Michel, we asked and, claire, yes I was right!! It's a small world. At 2:00 the place "closed" and everyone lit up. Smoking might be banned in bars and restaurants in France, but this is the SW, not France, as I keep being reminded. I think Sarkozy must shake his head in despair when he has to deal with us.
The following morning, not feeling my best, I opened the back door to be met by two loose pigs. Zizzie had obviously decided that the grass was greener on the other side. Actually, it's the only place that is green now. Their pen is a complete mud bath. Bucket of food at the ready and, as good as gold, they followed me back in the pen. 2 minutes later they were back out again. Ok, with two corn cobs to keep them amused, I rebuilt the fence and put in new posts. Zizzie spotted me and ran as fast as his little legs would carry him over to try and break the fence again. Ah ha, no chance ! I wonder how long it will be until he finds somewhere else to get out and next time no doubt he will be closely followed by 7 piglets !