A weekend in Provence

  

Picture a weekend in Provence. Sun warming the soul, fun and care free atmosphere to enrich the good in life, time to relax and recharge the batteries. Maybe a spontaneous barbecue with friends, some wine and cheese, or picnic together under the shade of a pine tree or even an impromptu bathroom refit……. Hang on…. a WHAT?????.

It was far to early to be landing without sufficient coffee

In any long distance relationship, one of the most challenging aspects is getting to see each other, and I mean physically as opposed to seeing each other over a phone screen. For this particular visit I had booked myself on a very early flight from an airport 2 hours from home. Result was I arrived in the sun, tired, groggy, and in need of a shower and a coffee.

Maybe I should have had the coffee first.
Maybe I would have been more awake.
Maybe I wouldn’t have slipped on the soap and slammed hard against the tiled wall and then maybe the wall wouldn’t have decided to join me in the bath tub!!!. Soapy, naked and surrounded by tiles I then had the rather embarrassing task of calling for help. ‘Ma chéri, je suis desole,  j’ai détruit votre salle de bains’, ‘My dearest, I am sorry, I have destroyed your bathroom’

 

I was planning spending the day like this!

 

Repairing the destroyed bathroom was now the priority for the day. The romantic meal she had planned for us would have to be put on hold for another time and be replaced with a visit the local DIY store. Luckily for me a DIY store in France is much the same as a DIY store in England on a Saturday morning. Full of clueless people pointing and umming at things they would like to put into their homes but have no idea how to do it, so it didn’t look at all out of place asking my girlfriend to ask where the tile adhesive and grout was, and with the instructions being in French and the last thing I needed at this point was to get back to here place with a tub of white emulsion by mistake

 

 

 

This is how Sundays should be spent

With emergency planning, the rest of the day went well. We found another activity we could do well together and despite me trying to destroy a large proportion of her flat, she at no point tried to thump me! The romantic meal for two was exchanged with an impromptu evening with some of her friends. I overhead the start of the conversation that sounded like ‘Hi, How would you like to meet my new boyfriend, he needs a shower!

Sunday was then clear to spend a day in Provence the way I had imagined. Relaxing with friends, chatting and having fun. Enjoying good food, good wine, great company and the sun warming my pale English skin. A day of pleasure that somehow was made even more special by the chaos of the previous day.