Saturday morning was all about one thing C O F F E E. And after that, Aidan, Mrs Canadian and I drove off to do the hunting and gathering (BBQ supplies for that evening). And of course we stopped for a little midday apéro because sometimes you have to bite the dog that bit you.
A little lunch back at the gite and then we were off for the weekend’s main event… Le Petit Village’s First Annual Playstation Tournament hosted by The Parisian. Two of the little kids were playing and two of the big kids (The Husband and Mr Aidan), plus Honey Jr and Brother-in-Law too. A Playstation tournament is big happenings in our little place and everyone was really excited (everyone with a Y chromosome that is). But then some twelve year old boy won and that was that. And Honey Jr pouted. I wish I was making this up but I’m not. He actually pouted. *le pout*
And because us XX people couldn’t be bothered, we took the two, two year old XYers and headed off for a tour of the old village. F I A S C O. Those little boys looked at the 900 year old wobbly streets as their own personal rally track and took off at top speed careening around corners, and ups and downs, but somehow avoiding tripping over every deep crack and loosened cobble in their path with us in pursuit and Villagers shouting, “Oh là là! Oh là là!” Because we were all sure that those little two year old legs would tumble, but they didn’t.
(Or the invisible hands of Medieval Banshee propping them up,
because you just never know. Do You?)