hail and farewell

Here we see Philippe and Babette saying goodbye with an extra
cheery wave from neighbour Andre, as they pack up their house
to leave it to me and Bob who have bought it for enough money to
keep them smiling into long their retirement and old age.
They are going to Narbonne Plage; alors, chacon à son gout as
we often remark hereabouts.

It is a lovely little palace and its courtyard is adjacent to our very
own art house, so it all makes sense.

Bob has legged it to Engerland to earn enough to pay for it so I
trotted off to Kates birthday and survival party - she has been 2
years with someone elses liver being happy inside her. It was a
party of the first order - cake and blanquette, bliss on Sunday
afternoons - with a select bunch of dear hearts, some rarely
spotted nowadays. Saveria and John, glowingly well; Shoona and
Roland, ditto; Kat, excellent new haircut, without Peter not that
they would be together but anyway hes gone to Almeria or at
any rate the south of Spain; Dermot, of course (in my portable
listed as Katendermot or Kat tender mot, sweet) Tim and Yvonne,
as ever fun and Kerry, just back from a spell of Blighty and looking
good despite it. Oh Karrin too, on holiday for a spell - gorgeous as
ever - and Vivienne, whom I knew had been rendered unconcious
while skiing recently. What I didn't know was that this happened in
the car park. And that the blankett the Pompiers swaddled her in
was bought in Primark.

I took some photos but not on my camera.

Will whoever finds some snaps of the party on their camera please
send them over? Cheers.