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Tourists with open mouths sayin wow what's a chitterling? Or shit they really do eat horses and the dick showing his kids the nice aquarium so the lobsters and crabs are live. The other sort of person loofs oh plop I live here and I forgot every sunday morning is this way. We forget a lot of what we need but get lots we dont. Back home via the chinese takeaway stall.
We breakfast melba toast brioche croisssant baguette ham cheese jam (rhubarbor strawberry. We start at 1pm. Jean and I plapy table tennis then I decide to go for a walk ride on the bike. Jean hits the sack I chill. Ally watches dvds. Ally and I play table tennis.
Then its time for a drive firstly plouer sur rance over the old bridge. Spotting a fire engine and supermarche on the way. Then is ba9k over the new bridge qaqnd off to find the chocolate box village of st suliac which clings to the side of the rance. Brits in a major minority. Some germans and some dutch but predominantly French crowd. Find q nice cake shop have a nice walk and have a beer sat outside the pub. Then its back home for a very make do meal followed by a saga length game of monoply. Brought out the worst in all of us. It even rains a bit.