It has been a real pleasure having Mel here for the weekend - drinking partner, sous-chef, dishwasher and town excitement for a couple of days. Thank you enormously for all your help.
One thing that constantly puzzles and worries Debrah and me is why Mel is still single, considering that she is so lovely, and to that end Debrah has spent quite a bit of time today on Mel's 'dating direct' website vetting prospective candidates and sending out emails on her behalf - a veritable 'Cyrano de Bergerac' situation. As I type this they are monitoring responses with an inevitable mix of astonishment, hilarity, fear and potential possibility.
"I bet he's got a pierced knob", was just one of the many remarks I have been listening too this evening.
Whatever happens, Mel, don't lower your standards - there is someone just for you right around the corner.
Yesterday, Debrah went into one of her mad cooking Saturdays - pickled vegetables, fig jam, plum jam, chicken liver paté and poached pears were produced in an intense four hours of kitchen frenzy.
The paté and pears were consumed over a very entertaining dinner with our guests last night, where we discussed the success of current policing policy in the UK and whether the jury system needs to be amended for certain cases - heavy stuff indeed but actually extremely interesting to get their point of view on our legal system and, maybe surprising to some, they were on the whole totally in favour of and supportive of our whole judicial process.
They all left today and a new couple arrived and it rained a bit and was cloudy and windy and generally not very pleasant to go outside - so we stayed in and didn't visit the rice and apple fete at Aigues-Vives, which was a shame, but I don't think anybody really minded that much.
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