friday lunch

Lunch at Marys - Stilton and broccoli soup and
Bakewell tart, what could be better? - up on the
roof of the world, with Maggie and Pat.
Wonderful company.
Much struck by a sense of well-being, taken to a
massively high level.

Pat drove me home via her gaff in
Sougraigne which has spectacular views and
also a flotation tank, le cocon de flottaison - if (like me)
you've always wanted to try one, contact her at
floatfrance@yahoo.com

Odd thought, to go to a beautiful valley high in the
mountains with wonderful views and close yourself
off into a tank. But it is a sure bet that after an hour
in warm water at zero gravity, the view will never
be the same again...

This evening I remembered the camera but totally
forgot to use it. Pity. Claudine took me and Kat and
Pete to the Casino for a seafood buffet which
featured, among many other delights, smoked salmon
in baies rose with cream whipped with lime. And the
rest ; I'm afraid I'm sounding unbritishly obsessive
about food and I don't have a foody vocabulary.
Bleedin great though. With a good Chardonnay. Feel
VERY spoilt.

Then we decided to gamble.

Claudine won thirty something euros and stopped.
Pete won and lost and won and lost and came out
with thirteen-odd on top.
Kat and I lost five euros each.
Ah! The rollercoaster of life!