Marie has gone back to Plymouth for 6 days via Roscoff for the marriage of her niece Aileen and future husband Dean.
I dropped her off at Lamballe train station this morning.
So, what have I got planned whilst alone.
Here is the planned agenda.
Thursday: Darts away at Pleurtuit. Bar Open till 1am.
Friday: Mow the lawn if it is dry, and in the evening I have a firework display along with a performance by the massed bands of the Royal Marines. Bar open till it runs out.
Saturday: Gentleman's football afternoon, listening to Bournemouth hump Walsall whilst sampling some of France's finest wines.
Followed by a display by the Brittany over 70's pole dancing association in the back garden.
Bar Open all day.
Sunday: Ist Qualifying round of the French Football club. St Potan take on Pluduno. Bar open all afternoon.
Monday: Detox Day.
Tuesday: Better clear up before she gets home.
I have offered President Gadaffi asylum, here at my home in France.
I mean there is a spare place for a dictator whilst she has gone!
3 comments:
Yeah right you wouldnt survive mowing the lawn let alone the 70 year old pole dancers!
Ok OK..I lied about the pole dancers.
But I have mowed the lawn like a good boy.
I'll bet you got humped for that "dictator" comment when the Long-haired Admiral got home, ha, ha.
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