Back to reality

It was supposed to be a relaxing and calm last day of holiday but sadly it wasn't to be. I guess it had all been going far too smoothly and that just isn't the way life is.

Late morning I had a call from my arriving guests to say that there was no-one at 42rvh to meet them but then they had lost Claire's contact number so were calling me instead. It was a classic case of someone not there on the ground having to co-ordinate two lots of people from a distance until they found each other. All that careful planning out of the window because of human nature - as always.

The same happened to Debrah - a late morning phone call about some printing for a wedding client job that turned into a nightmare of missed deadlines and false promises and a load of stress and a ruined final day of holiday - poor Debsie and woe betide that printer - he won't be getting any more work from her.

So it wasn't quite the calm and fun day that it was meant to be. Even so, Debrah and I set the keepy-uppey record in the pool this morning at 247 (a mere shadow of previous efforts in times past but then we have been out of practice for a good few years) and Christian and I came close to matching it on several occasions this afternoon.

This evening Christian and Amy cooked supper for us. They were somewhat unsure of themselves having been put on the spot but they came through with flying colours, with a little help and guidance when needed. Christian claimed to have started many fires before (!) but not to have cooked any food on them. He was very worried that the pork in the merguez sausages wouldn't be cooked - I didn't have the heart to tell him they were made from lamb.

So that's it - our little sojourn in the Quercy has come to an end and tomorrow morning we will pack up and head back to Carcassonne - back to reality for us all.