FRIDAY's FAVE FIVE

1. My holidays at the French Riviera continue, and I enjoy the warm weather and the sunshine very much.



I live in Claudie's house. My room is just above, the shutters nearly closed to keep the heat outside.There is nothing around but bird singing and the chirp of crickets.

2. There is only one neighbor, her sister with her husband.



The house is on the other end of the property and you have a beautiful view on the sea.

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We live outside and Claudie's husband who adores to cook prepares us delicious meals.

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I blog and read on the patio, there are two of them, so I have the choice. It's far too hot in the sun. The bike behind me hasn't served yet, but the intention is there (not for me !)

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Late afternoon when it is a little cooler we go to the habour and have a drink there.

The evenings go by very fast, sitting outside and chatting. These are real holidays !

more participants at Susanne at Living to tell the Story.

NOBODY IS PERFECT

LETTER N

And certainly not  me when it comes to keys and glasses ! When my friend Claudie was here, I wanted to take her to Ostend at seafront. It's about 1 1/2 h drive when the highway is not fully packed. We wanted to leave at 9 am at the latest.

I had everything except my glasses on my nose and without glasses I am blind like a mole, I am shortsighted. I looked in my room, no glasses. I tried to remember where I had been in the morning. No glasses in sight and without it is also difficult for me to find them. I called Mr. G. for help. First thing he did was looking in the fridge as I once had put my slippers in there. He looked in all cupboards in the kitchen, turned over the bin, checked the inside of all pots, without any result. Maria my cleaning lady was there too and looked under all the furniture in the house. She removed my bed, found tissues and an old wallet but no glasses. Meanwhile Claudie joined in and at 4 people we were looking for the glasses. Nobody found them. They had just disappeared. Without glasses impossible to drive. Finally I found an old pair which was not really perfect but at least I could see the signs on the street.

After  Mr. G.knowing his wife had  checked the inside of all my shoes, had checked my wardrobe, there was nothing to do, the glasses had vanished.

It was getting late so we left. After an hour I got a call from Mr. G. Maria had found the glasses behind the door of my room. I probably had pushed them there when I took my cardigan ! This was the only place in the house we hadn't looked !