We spent a couple of hours freezing our asses off on the beach yesterday while we watched our, braver than us, kids scream with joy as they body slammed the huge waves breaking on the shore. When Audreys lips matched the blue of her eyes and a heart attack seemed sure to follow her uncontrollable shivering we decided to to call an end to the excursion, thereby making it our quickest ever 'Day at the Beach.'
On the walk back to the van we met up with our new 'neighbour's. A couple about our own age with two kids who get along great with our two youngest. They invited us for drinks and so after dinner we joined them and sat in their garden drinking bottles of wine and chatting until 11pm. The sun shone till late into the evening and the kids played happily together and at one stage I had to ask The Husband which country we were in. This couldn't be Ireland? We're still in France, right?
This morning I drove to Tescos while everyone in the family was sleeping and I bought french bread and the Sunday Newspapers which we read outside in the garden until late into the afternoon. An afternoon inter-spaced with food pit stops by all three kids but mostly Audrey.
'Mum, I'm hungry' is her most frequently used sentence. Funny then how when it comes time to eat dinner her hunger pangs mysteriously disappear. Today on hearing what's being served up for dinner this evening she said this before running off;
'I hate that dinner and I hate YOU........... You are full of.........MUSHROOMS. AND..........you've a FAT tummy.
Tomorrow I plan on cooking a special family meal.
Mushroom Omelet.
If you dish it out Audrey..........you got to take it.
No comments:
Post a Comment