wedding bells

and thus it was. Benedicte and Renaud got married. Truly fabulous. This photo captures their very special day.

baby growing up

..and finally it has happened. My baby girl has her period. Her monthlies. Granny's in town. She's on the rag. And all the other euphemisms that signify this huge transition from child to young woman. She is over the moon. I am wistfully musing the passage of time.

saturday tantrum

Not a good day! Ran out of diesel after taking Scarlet and mates to gym class, so hit nearest supermarket for fill up. 24 hours only of course, no actual staff employed. Well bugger me if I didn't forget my PIN n° and as we all know 3 times the wrong code=OOPS no more card. F**k f**k f**k. No more diesel in car, crept along until finally found manned petrol station. Phewwwww. . Only after 21 drips, nothing happened. No more diesel. But they took my cheque anyway. For a measly few euros. Limped onto next supermarket and fortunately filled up. Then did shopping and forgot everything, having left list at previous petrol station. Grrrr. And then joy, oh joy, en route to picking up Scarlet and friends from gym was behind exceedingly slow car with very full bin bags on roof, when suddenly - wham bam splat! My car covered in someone else's crap as both bin bags fell off roof and one went under my car - splat, bump, squelch, the other exploded on windscreen. This day is getting worse - I am now covered in someone else's crap, very smelly crap it is too I might add.. Driver stops to try help and I have to take VERY deep breaths so as not to have MAJOR tantrum. So weekend without bank-card looms. Great. Bad kharma somewhere out there. And it dumped its load on me.

sunshine and cherries

life is a bowl of cherries right now, fresh from the tree in the garden

dastardly passwords

just spent 10 minutes trying to remember, sans succes, my password for accessing this blog. After the laborious process of recuperating it has now terminated - cette fois avec succès - evidement - I have totally fogotten what I wished to blog about. Oh well, maybe next time. Ciao for now, and happy Monday :)

soggy feet

raining too much here on the cote d'azur. still can't see what garden looks like, as it is just too damp. Still, onto merrier stuff . Happy St Patrick's day everyone..time for a Guinness with a Jameson chaser...

spring hasn't sprung

at least not yet. Tis G's birthday - Scarlet and I made muffins for his birthday tea. Even at 47 this is a good thing. Meanwhile ici sur la cote d'azut il pleut. Big time. hasn't stopped all weekend. Tres moche.

dangerous sports

poor Scarlet. Unexpected collision with basketball has resulted in dislocated middle finger joint. Ouch. Three hours in Casualty department in Grasse confirmed this. Who says sport is good for you?