Revolutionary Rants

Chris and I enjoyed a relaxed weekend, safe in the knowledge that the week was work – or indeed job-hunting – free.

On Monday we collected all our holiday items together, and headed in to town to catch the Rail Air bus. After what seemed a very quick journey, we arrived at Heathrow. We checked in our bags, and after a quick caramel Frescata from our favourite coffee shop we headed to departures. Chris, of course, was tempted to buy an hour of net time, so I wandered around the little Harrods shop for a laugh. It seemed like five minutes until our flight was called and we headed off, slightly late, for Nice.

One whiskey and coke, one gin and tonic (Chris’), two red wines and a spicy veg and sweet potato sandwich later we were in the Cote d’Azur. Chris’ Mum collected us, and we watched some telly before an early night.

The next day we met the new member of the family – a large mower! We had a quiet morning and then, when Chris’ dad headed out for the afternoon, we spent a busy couple of hours cutting the terraced garden. We managed three tiers before hitting the sofa for some snooker viewing.

On Wednesday we got a lift down to Nice. We started our day the very best way; with coffee and pan au chocolate in a wonderful small Belgian-run cafe. We then took the walk up to the castle over looking Nice, which we did previously with Chris’ pals Aram and Matti. It was a lovely sunny day, so we got some good photos and had a really nice stroll. We went to the old town to buy olive oil for us and Charles, and then had pizza for lunch. We walked through the park to visit Chicken’s favourite shop Fnac, but the general lack of ‘easy listening’ and ‘electronica’ let him down a bit, so we went to search out the greatest ice cream shop in the world (which we finally found after not managing at Christmas, as it was shut!). We tried to go to Noce Be for mint tea, but it was shut, so we headed back to Vence (we were very pleasantly surprised to find the bus fair had gone from almost €10 to just €2.60 for us both!) where Mr C had a hair cut.

On Thursday we toyed with going to Italy, but in the end we settled for a amusing and very nice lunch with Chez Gilbert – who is a one man operation of waiter/sous chef/manager/wine waiter all in one – which is up in the mountains behind Nice. I had a lovely cheese souffle and a equally good mushroom omelet. In the evening Chicken, Jolanta and I headed to a jazz evening in Wayne’s Tourette restaurant ‘La Cave’. The singing was good, but for the steep night club prices you would have wanted a bit more for your money.

Friday and Saturday were quiet days of walking and reading (think it is one of the first times in our relationship I have seen Chris sit down and read a book not a screen!!!), along with lots of lovely food courtesy of Chicken’s Pa.

Then, yesterday we were up bright and early for our flight home – which arrived ahead of time after more booze and a cheese and pickle (yuck) sandwich!

Chris is in London this week, doing his Oracle course, then at the weekend we visit his brother and family in Sussex, which will be lovely. Tomorrow I go up to Sheffield for my interview, so I had better close and get the tea on and find my suit.

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