Allys results

We are so proud of her.
3 A*'s
6 A's
1 B

Made up delighted chuffed proud amazed in awe. Best news for ages.

Of witness and sadness

Adele the hairdresser and me get talking about weight, seems a good friend of hers died 8 weeks ago from obesity. 5ft 25stone sleep apmoa and a heap of co-morbidities. She's interested in the web site. Anyway wind back the day. Went to see frank (GP). Top gig as ever new plan starts today. I am loathe to share details at this point as the very mention of them feels like it could undermine the plan. Home and Allys results still not arrived. Ring school, they qare being held as Ally owes 4.50 for a library book. I jump a village cab explain my mission the cabbie hates church schools and wants to quick the doors in. Ally has an appointment so we need to be back pronto. She is stood on the doorstep on the phone to her mum. I think she deserves an entry of her own.

Entertainment

In the barbers a delightfully barmy old boy, is in the chair. He is plum crazy but in a nice way. The lady has had him chunnering for an hour. She's worn out. Adele is a nice lady. Not as counselling as frank but she has the advantage of placement on the bus route. I am on the way to the pharmacist.

Liverpool-Evil-Cabal

Liverpool-Evil-Cabal
I always arrive too late.

French Pics

France 2006

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Ambulance

www.capitalrescue.com
Private ambulance just passed us on the M1 at Luton.

Url

www.pevec.hr

The barmen have landed

Bolstered by increased sales the barmen have just brought 4 more barrels of lager up. They could do with tripling the staff as the service is poor. I hope the girls get me a paper. The boat is full of southgate district scouts who appear to have been on a jamboree. They scare me its a uniform thing. I am distracted by a delightful toddler who toddles around the pub. A lot of people are having balance troubles (combination of beer and boat). She is the happiest by far.

On the boat

Made goos progress on journey home. Jean drove well and the weather only marginally interfered. The toll booth traffic jams were mercifully small. I am now sat in Le Pub sipping piss poor lager while the womenfolk shop. I wander what our hotel will be like. I hope its better than the bonsai which I think didn't impress the ladies. We are planning to eat at the hotel I think. Or failing that a local chippy.

Friday in the pm

Off to the supermarket and we enjoy a good lunch. Round the shop and a drink whilst picking up Fridays Grauniad.

Friday

The holiday draws close to the end. St cast le guildo in the evening provided us with a fine restauarant. I ate a thing called a taste of the sea with a. Wild rice and green bean thing going on. Wednesday saw us off to Dinard it looked promising and we started on the beach but the day drew overcast we took shelter in a beach bar. The came down so we donned our towels as headgear and strolled as only the British can to the restaurant. We acted out our own nativity play colin cast as mary as his towel was blue. We hit the Newport again as it was one of the few gaffs offering service continu. It was only occupied by non frenchies still as us unaccustomed to their late dining. I had delicious duck following hannahs recomendation.
Thursday found us in St Malo jean and I wandered the ramparts and streets we met the girls and colin at 7 and went for cocktails at the comedy pub. The comedy pub is still the hoot it appeared on the first time we found it. Friday morning most of packing done and colins gone to st suliac. Ally has a migraine and is being a trouper despite the fact most of the rest of her mates know their GCSE results.

Tuesday beach bum

Blogging on the beach at St cast-le-Guildo. Its a really warm sunny day and am enjoying it here. Monday I went to the boulangerie so late they had sold out of croissants. By way of a bonus I happened across a chappie with a frruit and veg stand so bought the ingredients for a ratatouille. Wandered home then off to dinan. Pleasant walk around the walls bought I was a bit scared at the bits where the walls were low and the drop was a long way. Had a pleasant drink at the weird mans shop. Wandered then got hungry it appeared that most of dinan lunched 12-3 and dined 7-10. We had arrranged to meet the girls at 6.30. Blast. We found the girrls and got a posh take out from adeli home again. This morning off to madame bakers and she tells me something about wednesday and closing. Difficult to work out. Then we lunched and off to st cast for the afternoon and an evening meals.

My how time flies.

Its Sunday already. Hannah and Colin arrived on Friday then we scooted to the hypermarket where we picked up an excellent late lunch. I went got two types of salmon and mushroom carbonara. Tres bien. Wentr round the supermaket which was more enjoyable than my last visit. Not as crowded so no panic attacks. I was fine as long as jean or ally were with me. I purchase an sd card for allys camera. Because the one I brought has mp3s on it. I forgot to bring the card reader and the usb hub. I did remember the laptop, the pocket pc the sat nav the blackberry my ipod nano, most eventualities covered. Would like a storage device with viewing capabilities. For viewing images. Need a little speaker thing for the nano too (and more music putting on it).
Friday night we have a barbeque outside. I have to say I generally hate the barbeque. A very efficient way to ruin good food. I like eating alfresco though so we cook most stuff indoors then finish it off. Beer helps wash it down. So to bed.
Saturday great being in the middle of your jols thinking a lot of geezers travelling. We laze around after colin and I go for a walk (and get soaked). I am reading lazy bones by mark billingham good stuff. We go for a nice drive to the cote d'armour stopping off in st briac sur la mer. Very nice seaside village. Then its off to dinard. Drink in the beach cafe. Spendid town then eat at the newport restaurant nautically themed. I have assiete des fruites d'mer. Oysters, langoustines,whelks,winkles,crevettes, and shrimps nice interactive eating. Main course was duo of fish with two sauces served in a very nice way round it off with a citron crepe. Home very quickly all pleased that everton won though colin whop stayed up to watch it says they stole it.
Sunday morning, colin and I head off for a morning walk, head up to mont garreau. I think I overdid it coz I am goosed. Head aching. Jean and I opt for a lazy day at home while Colin takes the girls into town. I have a kip and then laze in the garden and relax. Ring Vineeta to catch up with events round committee and mods meeting.

Friday in the am.

Lying in the garden on my belly blogging in the sun. Finished jpod and hey nostradamus by douglas coupland. Read three english papers purhased on wednesday and thursday. Dissapointed to discover they were all wednesdays. Surfing the web courtesy of the blackberry. It is using the local edge network. I have never used edge. The phone just rang they will be with us in about an hour. (Colin and Hannah) that is. Better get washed and dressed then.

Kens day

So I get to pick all days activities. First off its easy, jean volunteers to to the bakers to save me getting mauled by the savage dalmatian. I suspect the girls think I made it up. But the end of my baguette was wet with dog dribble, though granted it did lack visible tooth marks. I hear dogs barking too, fair nough I am usually alone. Anyway breakfast is good. Then its off to port st jean. Site of the old bridge of the rance. Cracking view both ways but it was bloody freezing. I wore shorts tshirts and sandals. Colin arrives from england tonight with warm threads.
Perseverance is rewarded I am given the dream shot of three frenchies in a horse drawn cart the eldest of whom is cradling a goat. Jean sees the cart but suspects the goat is another of my hallucinatory animals. Pleased to say it was captured on memory card.
Then its off via the recycling bins to Dinan my choice. An historic walled town bit further up the Rance. Two bits really old town and port town. We do both. Lunch was a cock up we get seated in a gaff with two many tables and not enough staff and walk away. We opt for a table outside at the cozy grill. They specialise in a bread bechamel cheese toastie that you add things to. Jean and I do ocean and ally does a goats cheese thing. Waiting for our meals the heavens open and it throws it down. We are rushed inside by very nice staff and served food that was yummy. Rain goes off we go for a wander. Really nice old town with top architecture. When we arrived we did the battlements and a mooched round a closing market. We are generally late whilst en vacance. Wandered around found an internet cafe jean went to a bar while ally and I went in this weird subterranean place. Then a drink, then retrieve the car to go to old port. Mooch around there and have a pear caramel crepe. Home get lost in plouer sur rance and find bridge complete with horse pooh. Home and chill.

Lazy day cont

Got home seriously freaked and a bit post adrenalin rushed. Was still twitching when sat down to roast chicken salad. Soon chilled out and relaxed.

Wednesday lazy day

We were all tired. Got up late, I wandered down the bakers and got a bit nervous about the french speaking. Then got barked at by a narky french dog. He was in my two big to kill easily if it comes down to it category. I managed to keep him at bay by briskly walking and using my baguette as a stave. Back home jean and I decided to take a walk up the hill down to river then along and down past the villages municipal campsite and down the beach. It was nice there. Then back past the mary monument and the graveyard. The rain started then. Back home. French hotdog for lunch. Then of top carrefour in la madelaine for a retail experience. I didn't like it one bit several panic attacks.

Jeans day continued.

We head for St Cast-le-guildo. Jeans plan was lunch out beach and looking at the sea. We had been for a holiday there before, it was a nice town and well worth a revisit. Being Clares we took a whacky route. From la ville-es-nonais across the Rance on the old bridge. Via Plouer-sur-Rance, through Pleslin, Ploublay, then across to St Cast. We score a lucky parking space across from the gendarmarie office. We walk up into the town and checkout the restaurants. We find a nice terrace and sit out. Kir Breton is called kir armour here for some reason. Ally does mussels the best ever she said. She ordered the food eloquently to me. I am always in awe of brits who can do it and not sound a complete arse like me. Jean and I opt for set menu. Mine is the 21€ coquille st jacques themed jobbie. Starts off with like a little stew full of scallops followed by a scallop and prawn kebab. Jean has a fish soup with all the trimmings followed by a monkfish and prawn kebab. We do puds too ally and I have sorbets jean does an apple thing.
Then its off to the beach, where I bare my chest proudly. I chucle out loud a lot reading Jpod. That book rocks. After tanning we hit a bar for some cidre. I sit reading the girls go shopping. Then the three of us hit a little supermarket. Off to one of the other beaches down a bloody steep hill. Fascinating array of shells and shellfish gatherers.

Jeans day

We wake about 10 and jean and I wander the village round the corner ville-de-nonais, to the nice little bakery top get pain, pain aux rasines et croissants. Nice shop and very tolerant of my crap french accent. Jean and I sat in garden she's reading me blogging. Ally is getting ready I am reading the weird book Jpod on Allys recommendation iy has me in stitches for sure.

Allys day

Being monday. We arise then head off to st malo. We park in the 3€50 park and ride. We lunch at the cafe south west. Ally has moules creme with frites, jean has salad nicoise and I wanted crab but its off so plump for scallops I'm some top sauce with rice. Washed down with une pichet de cidre tresz bien. The girls wander off shopping I mooch around the battlements and squares looking at the world, and occaisionally catching an image or two.
We meet up again at 4 and wander we end up in a creperie. Ally has a beuree caramel sel, jean some appley thing and I am in. To the rhubarb.
Then via inter marche metro its home to the free bus stop. Free for all would be more accuraqte definiely an adults only full on contact sport. Sod queing get as near to the front as you can and scramble on. I liked it in a sample the local culture sort of way. Didn't seem like many other anglais on the bus with us.
Off home then a relax in the garden phone mum eat tea and watch silent witness.