Elle est fatiguante, la vie...

OK. We left the house at just before 8h30 to pick up our first person in Pessac, then to get Catrin, then to meet and lead the Griffins.

There were cyclists everywhere, roads closed for markets and funfairs and a general conspiracy to make us late. Not only that, but the Griffinmobile does not have 5th or reverse at present so we proceeded at a leisurely pace to Blaye, overtaken by cyclists and children on skateboards.

But we got to Blaye just a little after 10 and we pushed the Griffinmobile backwards into its parking place, did the setup and had time to mingle before the service began. I estimate about 70 souls were present.

All went well. Sammy's message went well. The meal went well. There was plenty to eat. Pat has this thing where she always brings out what we've made after everyone's finished - and so we end up bringing our stuff home again. Curious. I think it is a deep-seated fear of putting ENGLISH FOOD before French palates, even though crumble ( crum-bull ) is international now and the gratin de pâtes aux saucisses de strasbourg came from a French recipe..

Then a brief information session.

Then home. We got home about 18h40. Tired but happy, as the great Blyton would put it.

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Alan said…
Sen seemed to like his bangers et mache on Friday. He had gravée with it, and peas. But then he's Chinese and their palates are not as scary as those of the French.

Speaking of which - I had a quick shufti at the market in Pessac last Tuesday after dropping Gwilym off for school and saw for sale - chicken's feet ! I must tell Sen. He'll be delighted !
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