Cléo passed away this afternoon. She was, quite simply, the best dog I’ve known. Over 14 years old I can’t complain either. The cancer had grown considerably. I’m sure she was suffering in silence to continue to bring us joy just by being with us.
So, we’ve moved. Not quite settled but in and ready to do all those things that need to be done. Curtains, lampshades, kitchen stuff. There is too much clutter in the garage, I moved stuff from A to B that should’ve been thrown out really. Anyway, we’re in for Christmas. Liam is with me this year so it’ll be our first one in Trans en Provence.
We had our first neighbourhood meeting last night about the construction of the washing station on the SNCF lines (that’s the French railway system).
For those that don’t know, this is my new evening view from the terrace:
Nice, isn’t it?
So there were about 30 of us all a bit pissed off with having this built just next to our houses.
Next meeting with the mayor and local MP hopefully.
For weeks Liam has been asking that I add videos of him playing Mario Kart to ‘Google’…
Yes, I’ve explained that Google isn’t the place where we upload videos but it hasn’t sunk in.
So, I’ve promised that I’ll upload them to this site and hopefully create some links and backlinks so that the videos can be found by someone searching Google.
One of the guys at work did this sticker image for me, thanks Jerome!
UPDATE : This is Liam’s world record breaking cut (he is actually the fastest in the World, the game says so…)
Audrey, Liam & I picked him up from the airport at midday and we went to the Negresco Hotel for lunch. A three hour lunch with much talking, catching up and general merriment.
During the afternoon we wandered around Nice and the Old Town where Guy bought Audrey her birthday present. He also presented Liam with a small fortune so that we buy something and let Guy know what he’d bought.
We then went to St Paul de Vence to Guy’s chateau (!) and had a lovely Thai dinner in the village.
The three of us got home at 23h00; Cleo was well behaved during the day and we wern’t robbed (I left the french doors open so Cleo could get in and out at will).
This morning we left at 07h30 so that we could spend a bit more time with Guy.
All in all a lovely, lovely weekend!
Guy also cheered me up, which I need a bit of at the moment, so for that Mr Charrison I thank you!
Here are a couple of pictures of the evening at St Paul’s: