Sandie starts back at work next week. As such I am spending most of this week at home (i.e. the stud farm in Pau) to help ensure everything is in order. With me being here a bit more and all the grandparents having helped a lot last week, Sandie and I agreed that she would stay by herself in Biarritz this evening. That way she could go to the cinema, have dinner in a restaurant with other adults, get an early night and have a lie in tomorrow morning, all without fear of any one of our numerous offspring deciding to ruin the plan.
That meant that as of 17H53 I was home alone in Pau with three people who had spent a combined total of 44 months on this planet. I quickly drew the conclusion that I was most definitely in charge. Three of the four of us managed to have a bath, and 100% of participants in this evening’s festivities managed to eat something. All good, although I readily admit that the menu was somewhat limited – milk and milk for Gaston and Capucine; and bread, bread with pate, fougasse (bread for the uninitiated) with chunks of ham and cheese, followed by a tomato and olive croissant (bread, but this time I sold it to Maxime as “pizza”). Despite the lack of variety, Maxime seemed to forgive me at the end of the meal as we struck a deal that he could top off his 2KG of carbohydrates with a chocolate yoghurt so long as he didn’t tell his mother (I thought this dollop of simple sugars would help give dinner a more rounded feel – no pun intended). As Darwin Deez played faintly in the background on the iPod, I felt highly appreciated as Maxime leant over and landed a sloppy chocolatey kiss on my cheek. I don’t think I’m ever going to wash again.
The second part of the evening saw me take the time to put the finishing touches to my new office. I am extremely happy with my new work space with an excellent internet connection, lots of light and a view over the Pyrenees mountains, a big table, a music system and wall hangings of my choice. And to think that it only took three days.... We spent Monday at IKEA in Toulouse, Tuesday assembling flat pack furniture and seeking legal advice from divorce lawyers, and Wednesday was basically farming Sandie off to Biarritz so I could finally get my office exactly how I wanted it. I now just need a new lock for the office door and we can consider it ready for action. Let’s just hope the French government don’t close the stud farm any time soon!
Right, morning shift can start as early as 6H15 so I am off to find a dummy, place it strategically on my bedside table, and then wait in hiding until either the cock crows or Gaston cries. Whoever is first will then get 2 cm of rubber stuck down their throat.
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