Monster Mash...

And off Scarlet and I flew into the sunset, leaving Gregoire behind to re-do the kitchen and tart up the bar. We invaded the Farrells for a week, and had a lovely time. Just fantastic. Scarlet and Oscar and Felix became firm buddies (again) and have a sort of semi-cousin relationship that is lovely to see, I spent a very relaxing week just hanging out with Sophie, helping Tim unpack and generally being on holiday. Did some fab mountain walks, a cool bit of exploring, investigated trashy shops in Grasse (always good for fancy dress parties etc) and finished the week with the best Halloween of all. Kids dressed up (Scarlet was a green dragon, Foo was the monster of death, Oscar was a wizard every now and then, and Louis was the cutest little red devil - but he is such a gorgeous boy that he actually looked like a poinsettia flower fairy) and Sophie and I were witches ...I was the tarty one though, with high heel boots, a slinky little velvet dress and a rather fetching witches hat. Tim poo-poo-ed all of this nonsense until the marshmallows came out, at which point he cracked and started munching away :) Sophie made the best bat cake in the world, Felix totally scalded himself with a piping-hot-straight-out-of-the-fire-sizzling shmallow, and the wee ones ate far too any sweeties and fell into bed exhausted and halloween happy. Scarlet and I flew back Saturday morning and came back to a fabulously superb kitchen and bar. Gregoire worked like a trooper (ably assisted by Steve B and Ian) and the place looks feckin' brilliant. What a change. It is like having a new place all over again. Hit the Mont St Michel for oysters today - tomorrow our hols are over, though Scarlet aint back at school until Thursday. Lucky beggar.