Did I confuse you all? Really, I’m desolated. But fear not, my sister has not secretly popped out a couple of sprogs and sent them in exile to the south of France to be cared for by me. The niece and nephew to whom I refer on here are more properly known as my ex-common-law-nephew-and-niece, but really that’s a bit of a mouthful, and since they call me Uncle or in French; “Tonton” and, since I’ve been that to them for all but one of Margot’s nine years and all of Loic’s four, and since little Loic has a bad tum and I just had to wipe his butt, I tend to just call ‘em my nephew and niece for simplicity. That’s all really. Oh, and St Mandrier is all over the TV news at the moment in France ‘cos it keeps threatening to burn to the ground. Look here’s a blurry picture of it! (the yellow stuff is the fire)
I’m sure that idea will make certain people secretly happy.
In other news I’m up to a total of eighty minutes worth of the “eight minute abs” video. That’s over an hour in seasonally adjusted real terms, or ten times of me shouting obscenities at the steroidally enhanced fitness goon on my computer screen. My belly seems to be on the wane or my t-shirts are getting stretched. One or the t’other, but I am impressed with my perseverance. I think it’s mostly due to seeing the picture of me a couple of weeks ago on Geoff’s site. If he wasn’t an old friend I may have sued for the defamatory nature of his obviously doctored picture attempting to make me look somewhat fat and less than devilishly handsome. It may have something to do with watching the sea level rise as I jump in, but maybe that’s just my imagination…
At the moment I’m in a garden overlooking the Med with a beer in my hand, my computers connected to the internet wirelessly, the sun’s shining, I’ve got some Provencal tat up on ebay to see if anyone wants to buy it, and McAlmont And Butler’s wonderful, summery Bring It Back album is playing in the background. Aside from some sad emotional stuff, life could indeed be less good than it is.
Wanna buy this?