I had to write down what they were saying

Olivier promised us a table by the fire and held to it.  But the fire had only just been lit so we sipped our kirs in our coats and gloves.  Toulouse was choked by freezing fog so we'd headed back to the sun, but like the fire it was taking it's time to warm up.

An English couple came in and took the table beside us.  They spoke good French and were very sure of themselves.  Together they spoke English loudly and I took notes on my paper place mat.

They were of a certain age.  I could imagine their house in North London as well as I could imagine their house here in the south of France.  

On an unfortunate lady;
Him:  She's from the fourth drawer down
Her:  .....never been taken out and polished.

Him; I didn't want to be on the altar of the Board for 10 000 quid a year.

Her:  He was so skinny and now he's a porker

On golf:
Him: There are no such things as dodgy clubs; all clubs are clubs.....

and so on and so forth.