Only eaten porridge and soup so far to be able to afford it.

We are just back from a few days in the UK to attend Rob White’s  50^th birthday party where we were sure to meet up with a good crowd of Port Solent yachties to compare stories with, and chew the cud. We took the opportunity to put a deposit into our memory file and walked  right around Port Solent reminiscing and reminding ourselves that although we had good times there, we are now in a much better place. Eric and Gill fed us and gave us a bed to sleep in and in return we walked Popeye the dog. Whilst walking someone  elses  dog I  realized how much I missed my HOSS who was tucked up warm and happy with Sarah and Peter in Petite Ville.  We did have one laughable episode whilst queuing at the lights on the Porchester road in Cosham, Mike, in a pathetic little voice, wined a mention that the Jaguar in the opposite lane could be his. I always get a little irritated when he harps on about all the stuff we have had to sell over the years, but we have moved on from jags and stuff.  As we set off on the green light however,  the jag sped past and, by golly, it was his jag and we both laughed but actually felt happy and content to see that  she was shiney and beautiful and still in the hands of the enthusiasts we sold her to in Portchester in 2007.

Back on French soil and we have promised ourselves a concentrated effort in the park this week. We are expecting the caravans to turn up any time soon and the gardens need to have plants moved. Yesterday we dug up and replanted ten six foot broom to make a back drop for the antique farm machinery we picked up for free last week. So we are now back on track, I planted out a bed of lettuce in the poly and Mike took down the rotten window frame wall of the potting shed and replaced them with old but not rotten frames we picked up for free a few weeks back. How good it feels to be achieving again. It is raining and we are dashing in out between squalls but before the day is out we must move a huge pile of gravel off the top gate parking so that we can get our little vans in. 

I am back on the diet, but Mike had a bacon sandwich today, what a treat, we did a supermarket dash in Tescos on Monday before the ferry which was  piled high with non available food in France.  We  have eaten guinsters pasties, bacon, and tonight a Chinese take away box for two, I just can’t wait,  and have only eaten porridge and soup so far to be able to afford it.