A Sunday in the Alps.....

Ok, tomorrow I will find the cables and download the photos. Enough of just words. The pictures tell a better story. And Vee, I will take photos of the food too. Stunning. Delicious. And it is all about the presentation too. Amazing how simple things make such a difference. And apparently my life is incomplete without proper knives. Chef type ones. Right. They can go on the list.

The weather today has been unreal. Pouring rain. Sun. Drizzle. Sun. Rain. RAIN. Sun. Cloudy and humid. A perfect example of the word "changeable". I watched my immensely strong son take 90(I can't find the percent key) percent of the weight of an enormous old tv set which weighed a ton as he and Marge manhandled it down 3 flights of stairs. It had expired. His strength always astonishes me. He can lift anything with ease. Not like his aged mother.

There I was behind him, waiting to catch him if he fell. Yeah, right. I would have been squished. But I am a Mum and that is what Mums do. Get in the way. Flapping. Irritating their sons. I am an expert. He and Marge survived. So did I.

Then he started another 1000 piece puzzle on the dining room table. They are addictive, you know. Especially when it is raining outside. He and Jean and Mum all work together and they are done in a day or 2. This is the 4th one they have done so far. This reminds me of the growing up years. We always got a new 1000 piece puzzle at Christmas, and it was set up on the dining room table, and anyone passing stopped to do a piece or 2.

We also used to get a new game for the family to play every Christmas. And my friends all did the same too, and we made sure we all got different ones, and then played them together as families. Games are such great things for families to do together. Except Risk. That nearly caused WW3 in my house every time it came out. So I banned it. And I HATE Monopoly. The rest of the family love it. I loathe the game.

Playing Trivial Pursuit with Geoff was dreadful. The man had an encyclopaedic knowledge of trivia. He always knew the answers to every question. It drove me crackers. You had to be on the same team to win. When he was at sea, they always had quizz nights, and his reputation preceded him. He was always appointed question master and not allowed to play. He should have applied to play Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Now why didn't I think of that a few years ago........

I am rambling. You may have noticed. Everyone has gone to bed. And I still can't make the spellcheck thingy work in English. So excuse the errors. I am on holiday and the brain has turned to mush it seems.

Midnight looms, my friends, and I must do a Cinderella. Enjoy the rest of your day wherever you are.