Of pools and plongeurs

This weekend has been really interesting and great fun too. First of all it was time to formally open up the pool for swimming. Now this involved quite a lot of hard work on both dad's and my part as it needed a really good clean, filter, and top up. My role was to regularly taste the water to see that it complied with European standards as we are very hot on that kind of thing here in France!

No sooner than it was open but who should arrive - Auntie Mary and Uncle Tim together with my great mate Fig. Well, as you regular readers can imagine, the people got straight down to that bottle stuff whilst Fig and I got in some serious chasing and wrestling. Then, to everyone's surprise, Uncle Tim declared that he was going for a swim.


The water was at 21 degrees so it was not too bad, and he complied fully with the reulation for the Premier Plongeur 2010 competition by diving in. Normally this competition is open to allcomers but I am afraid Uncle Tim beat them all to it this year and was duly presented with the bottle of fizzy stuff by mum and I.



Then it was back to socialising with dad and Uncle Tim trying out the newly completed BBQ area for size but without any glasses in their hands!



After several hours of us tearing about in the sunshine, Fig and I decided a bit of R&R was called for so we joined the adults who were also taking it easy. I must say by the time Fig and his mum and dad left, I was completely shattered and not much was heard from me that evening (or the next day come to that).

My Very Exciting day

After a busy social evening yesterday when Uncle Martin and Auntie Jane came round to dinner, today was even busier as I went to my first VE Day celebration in the village square. Apparently VE stands for Victory in Europe, but as far as I am concerned it was a Very Exciting day. There were lots of my favourite people there and I got to meet the wife of the mayor and lots of other new friends incuding some nice Aussies. We all had to stand around listening to some speeches and then they played some music called Le Marseillaise. Next everyone rapidly moved about 10 metres up the road were they all started doing that bottle stuff that people do with some vigor.





Whilst we we there we met up again with Mr Planel, the owner of an old pal of mine called Aude who is one of my sort of "Aunties" - she came from the same place and is about the same age as my mother so I guess that is about right. Now Aude and I know each other of old and have run around the vineyards together, so we were invited back to meet her once again. She and I had an all too brief play before I was whisked off home.



I have to say that all this socialising is great fun but it fair takes it out of you so I have spent the rest of the day recovering in my bed in the conservatory.



Just as a footnote (pun fully intended), apparently I stood on mum's toe the other day and badly bruised it, so I thought you might like to see a photo of the damaged digit!