The reoccuring themes through the week (as it is every week, if you haven't noticed) were the association (committee meeting and admin) and the pipers (meeting and updating documents). My own stuff, however, did get a look in at one point but there's still a list of things to do as long as my arm. One day ....
I just need to get through to October after which, I'm leaving the committee and have told the President so. 2020 is going to be the year when I start to enjoy only having commitments of my own chosing rather than obligations.
Disaster struck at the Folk night (15th) at the bar. It was so well attended at one point that someone knocked into the shelves holding the glasses and loads of them came crashing down. The patron wasn’t very happy but it’s a surprise that it hadn’t happened before. More importantly, no one was hurt. The folk night isn't really anything to do with folk as we would know it.There were songs from the 60's and Beatles' classics which were impossible not to sing along to.
There were two vernissages; Bridget's (16th) in Céret https://bridgetrookwaterhouse.webs.com/ which I got a lift to with Nick and Lizzie and James's which was in the village (19th), in Christian’s
room. http://jamesprattfineart.com/
James made a special mention of him during his speech and earnt he and his wife an invitation to dinner next week. It’s wonderful how Christian's not forgotten even though it’s nearly 4 years since he died. There was wine and nibbles afterwards but rather than finish the evening there, Martine and I went for one last glass at
the bar sitting at a table on the bare earth of what was the terrace. The photos will show you what I mean.
James made a special mention of him during his speech and earnt he and his wife an invitation to dinner next week. It’s wonderful how Christian's not forgotten even though it’s nearly 4 years since he died. There was wine and nibbles afterwards but rather than finish the evening there, Martine and I went for one last glass at
the bar sitting at a table on the bare earth of what was the terrace. The photos will show you what I mean.
I made it to see "Girl" the last cinéclub film of the season. Based on a true story, the photography was good but emotionally it was quite hard going. https://www.theguardian.com/film/2019/mar/13/girl-review-lukas-dhont-victor-polster-transgender-ballet So much suffering and anguish.
On the eat and drink front:
Coffee at Joëlle's and at Pepe's with Nicole, an apéritif dinatoire chez Thérèse and Joan's along with Jean and Françoise, and another excellent lunch at the restaurant, again with Nicole.
On the domestic front, the man came to
change the pump on my washing machine which took no time at all. (19th). Hope it’s
reflected in my bill!
Much more interestingly, Gabriela, the Argentinean
woman, who was one of the art therapy workshop organisers, came for tea. She’s ready to help with the pipers’ visit and wants to
have some English conversation with me. An interesting, intelligent and likeminded
woman, it will be so good for me especially as I'm serious about moving myself forward.
And that brings me to today (20th). Hope you're as impressed as I am that this post was written on the actual day!
Went on the bus to
the market and had coffee with Jean and Françoise. There was a lovely
atmosphere with the sun shining and happy looking people. Even strangers said “hello”.
Went afterwards to the bar where I was sure to find some village folk in the
hope of getting a lift back. Not only did Nick and Lizzie come good but Hans
ordered up a bottle of champagne to toast his daughter’s birthday. She’s here
for a week from Berlin and like her dad speaks excellent English.
Sadly the sun didn’t last much after lunch time so by the end of the afternoon when I went out to listen to the Catalan traditional “Goigs” (Easter songs), it was decidedly chilly. A basket is lowered down with offerings for the Pascal Omelette though this year, it was empty as with the village hall being out of action because of renovation work, there's nowhere to have it. The Mayor's wife is given flowers in the Catalan colours and then choir sets off to sing its way around the village.
Caught up with the blog and watched tv with my feet up. Well, it’s a holiday weekend after all, so no “tut, tuts”, please.
Sadly the sun didn’t last much after lunch time so by the end of the afternoon when I went out to listen to the Catalan traditional “Goigs” (Easter songs), it was decidedly chilly. A basket is lowered down with offerings for the Pascal Omelette though this year, it was empty as with the village hall being out of action because of renovation work, there's nowhere to have it. The Mayor's wife is given flowers in the Catalan colours and then choir sets off to sing its way around the village.
Caught up with the blog and watched tv with my feet up. Well, it’s a holiday weekend after all, so no “tut, tuts”, please.
Weather:
22°, sun and blue sky in the morning, cloudy and chillier later
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