It's Sunday morning and the inmates at the maison are feeling delicate.
After our first night of fete action, we decided that we would take it easy. Our sources informed us that the music would be traditional French, so we thought we'd go to the village, soak up a bit of culture then head home. Sarah was even heard to say "I'll just stay for one drink." Famous last words...
What ensued can be summed up with one word - debauchery.
The brass band set the standard for the evening by busting out tunes such as 'The Lion Sleeps Tonight' and 'Mai Ai Hee'. The dancefloor was literally (not) packed. Of course this didn't hold us back and we swiftly took to dancing on the tables. French men aged 16 to 87 were all keen to show us foreigners their dance moves and remove their clothes... simultaneously. Delightful.
Wanting to end on a high, when 'The Witch Doctor' had played we figured it might be time to call it a night.
Back at the maison, I bravely defended everyone from a beast of a bug (centipede? caterpillar?? it was at least the size of my hand, had thousands of legs and giant fangs,)that was in the bath. Then bedtime.
Final night of fete is tonight, and it's expected to be bigger and better than anything that has gone before... Rumour has it that Monsieur Bernard is even going to have a shower for the occasion and change his T-shirt. This really is socialising at its peak.
H xxx
No comments:
Post a Comment