glorious day

The battle for the championship of Languedoc
started with apero at the MJC and moved onto
a splendid lunch, thanks to Robin who organised
it - here he is illustrating a finer point to Sue and
Victoria -


and here are me and Stephen artfully
portrayed in Philippe's sunglasses.


After the very good lunch Stephen and I
tipped down to the match, against
Montreal and mercifully at home. Thats
why the back road was blocked for the
afternoon -cars just abandoned by the
stadium.


It was a needle match, it seems, since
Montreal have beaten us before. If you
click on this pic and big it up you can see
affectionate way they tug at each others
shirts -

I've never mastered the subtleties
of rugger though I enjoy watching
men run around as much as the next
girl: having eaten a deal of lunch I
walked home for what is called in Tilling
a DoDo. A bit of a kip.

Robin and Jennifer gave me and PeterG
a lift to the mountains for Angus and
Marys solstice and joint birthday party.
All our friends were there - mega big and
excellent event! Stan played cello, some
boys guitar; the food and drink were fab.
As PeterG remarked, Angus and Mary must
have some pull to get so many people to come
to such a remote spot. Vraiment.
(I think he meant that they are much loved)








Enormous fun - thanks to all -
and on getting home found the
Ruggerists celebrating their win,
urinating copiously in the impasse,
hurrah for the championship!