add to that the company of old mates and life becomes very scintillating. At St Cyprien plage today Le Capt and I met up with my old chum Maureen and her husband Keith, their kids Miranda and Alexander, Mirandas baby and Alexanders wife... I said I wouldn't put them up on facebook, hahahh (demonic laughter)
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Maureen and I endured some time at Poles Convent which had only one distinction - it was the palace of Cardinal Pole, where he held out against Henry VIII's reforms. Nice gaff, minstrals gallery, leaded windows - we shared a very elegant bedroom lined in blue silk. They don't make Cardinals like they used to. Nor convents - its now an hotel, named after some local family
Maureen says we can't afford to stay there, sigh.
Antihist have sorted out this weeks malady, BTW.
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