Grandpa French is not George Clooney, Urms, but our scooter is still nice, we had it shipped to Greece years ago when we had a house there. It's not done much mileage since then and is now just for pootling around when parking is a nightmare here.
Gone are the days when I can pillion up a mountainous village road (from our car) clutching surprising amounts of shopping or, on one occasion, gripping a small bedside table in each hand! (Long story since our house was built with gateway too small for our car, in spite of providing precise measurements, ? so the car forever had to be left in the village square and we either scootered onwards to our house or climbed the 79 steps directly to the terrace! ) I used to go back to the UK fit as a mountain goat - of which there were many who occasionally strolled down the mountainside to nibble my laundry.
My DH promptly agreed to giving you lifts anywhere, soop, but points out that if you are hoping to do a George & Mildred (remember them?), you'll have to wait until we decide to buy a sidecar. In the meantime you'd need endless practice if you plan on becoming that battle-axe in a headscarf. Wasn't she dreadful?
Would so love to bowl along with the wind blowing through my hair, Grandmabatty, however the French laws state that we must wear helmets. They have a slightly more responsible attitude than in Greece where, well ... rules are for other people so mostly people did their own thing! Not safe of course, but far more comfortable in the heat.
Continuing the transport theme, so happy you have found a car you like, muse and that all is well with the family, garden, and "the build" as t.v. people tend to call any kind of construction these days. How are the Pilates classes going......is the village idiot still lurking and, of course, are you still tall ? ?
What happy, smiley GC's you have, Jax - do you think they might be up to no good? ?
Thank you for sharing the super wedding photo, BladeAnnie. You both look really happy and what a pretty dress. Another wonderful photo of your outings, brook. 8 miles is no mean feat, well done you!
I'm shocked that Ruby is a yowler, Puzzler. They really do know how to annoy, don't they? Think we must just hope, for Hellogirl's sake, that Billy is all yowled out after a lifetime of adventuring, and he'll wisely stick to purring if he wants to keep his paws under the table in his new loving home!
OK I'm off to bed and will just wish all you lovely people some deep, refreshing sleep and sweet dreams. Nighty night all. x