Landed back in Blighty after a wonderful weekend with college friends in Nice. The weather was glorious on Saturday; the sea, although cold, was perfect for paddling and the kids had a laugh while the adults lazed on the sand admiring the view of the snow-capped mountains. Yesterday we attempted to play Boules, but the weather finally caught up with us and we had to abandon the game for the warm comfort of four walls and a cup of tea!
Today, I am so tired – I suffer from air sickness and the tablets I take make me extremely drowsy – that all I want to do is crawl into bed; but I am determined not to succumb to the lures of my wonderful duvet until a suitably late hour otherwise I’ll be up disgustingly early tomorrow.
I have, I admit, suffered some withdrawal symptoms. I took my writing materials with me and even atttempted a few lines on Saturday while everyone was otherwise occupied, but that was the one and only time. Now, my fingers are itching to pick up my pen and paper. This is the closest I shall come today, but tomorrow – ah! Tomorrow I shall oil my knuckles.
Goodnight all, but most especially my French friends for a wonderful get together.