Back in time

Slightly rainy and dispiriting market shop this morning (the fair is in town so there is no parking anywhere, and only a few market stalls can squeeze in between all the rides and fair stalls).  Regardless, shopping was had and lunch followed (happily the golf ball sized hailstones Mr B claimed we'd had at home had cleared up by then).  

And some normal weekend laziness.

This evening, much socialising.  CarbBoy and I headed out to meet friends for a drink (me and T) and the fair (CB and L, off to meet up with a crowd) then just as T had to head home, my next social appointment arrived at the bar - two friends with (eventually) Mr B joining us, then a few other friends too.  Mr B was all overwhelmed with the Frenchness of it and skipped off home early, but eventually the planned hard-core of three women (me, F and C) were left to go for the planned meal.  Save that no-one had thought to book anything.  For the Saturday of the 'Grand Fete'.  Hmmm.

After much tramping (it was freezing so at least that warmed us up) we ended up in the burger place I like (classier than it sounds) and had a wonderfully loud and indiscrete conversation about all sorts of stuff.  C then pointed out that the concert must have started so we wandered over to the park where Patrick Sébastien was blasting out some 80s tunes. Great fun.  Though they weren't impressed by my limited knowledge of French 80s music.  Though in my defence, they hadn't heard of Kajagoogoo, so I think we're even there.  (C is my self-appointed French cultural tutor - I think some 80s stuff may be wedged into the curriculum soon...)

Eventually, we feared we were heading pumpkin-wards, so called it a night. I happily managed to get CarbBoy to answer his phone so I could meet up with him and we giggled our way home to a quiet, dark house.

Fun night.