Sexis - the re-run...

well, more like a re-stumble. At 94, Georges Sexis still has quite the eye for the ladies, but he assured me (as he flirted outrageously) that anything that happens will be solely in his head. The engine is still there, he explained, but neither the fuel nor the mechanics, and he seems to have lost the key....Yeah right - whatever. Lunch passed well, finishing with much warbling of songs (aided by gargling of calva!). Tomorrow night we have the First Aiders from Passais coming for their annual dinner...at least we know who to call if Gregoire or Samuel cut their finger....