I shall say zis only once

Hi there.  How is everyone?

I'm back from a glorious 10 days in the South of France, hoh he hoh he hoh!

It was beautiful and lush and scenic and rustic and true to all of the cliches.  We only got home last night and my mind is still a little scrambled so... where to start...

I suppose some pictures of me eating an ice cream on our first day is as good a place as any 

This very ice cream in fact

I ate rather a lot of ice cream

Beaucoup des glaces

In as many different flavours as I could manage 

Including, violette, kiwi, limencello, framboise et rose litchi, orange sanguine, creme brulee, pampelmousse, bonbatofs (tutti frutti), bubblegum and some weird blue one decorated with smurf sweets

We stayed in a converted farmhouse owned by a lovely British expat couple

They had really preserved the original charm but with added personality 

I fell in love with the wallpaper between the oak beams on the kitchen ceiling

The bedrooms were equally colourful 

Our bedroom even had a bidet, which made me giggle

There was even a barn full of retro games including table football, ping pong and old school pool

In the evenings we sat on the porch drinking wine and whisky, or in the living room watching Allo Allo

Source

The dvd of which had been left in the gite by the owners, much to my sheer delight

I introduced Miss 6 to the joy that is Officer Crabtree

So much so that she bought a doll with her holiday money which now greats us 'good moaning' every day

I've taken so many photos and have lots more to share with you lucky devils.  

I'll be around to catch up with you all once I've worked my way through the mountain of washing and sorted through hundreds of photos

Bear with me mes amis

xxx