A Most Dangerous Moat

Our chateau has a moat. It also has a boat that goes along with this moat, and to get to the boat in order to paddle the moat one must hop a fence.

Suggestion: Don't try this in skirts/dresses/sandals.

The moat turned out to be six inches deep (take that invaders!) and full of the worlds most aggressive frogs. I croaked my way down the river and way followed by an armanda of amphibians. Nearly fell in, hopped the fence (flashed the Italians next door... wait, you didn't know we had Italian neighbors at the Chateau de C____? Neither did we) and went in to read a book.

After endless games of cards we went to Port En Bessin, which means "Port in a Basin" for lunch and some beachy fun. Lunch was TASTY, and I made ten euros by eating some fish eyes. Videos may follow. An excellent way to pay for one's gap year, in my opinion.

Also bought a snancy new sweatshirt with sailor stripes, spied some more RVs and saved a man's jacket from being run over. Positively saintlike behavior.

At the beach we arrived as the tide was coming in and after getting nice and soaked, we buried Shporty and made him into the shape of a turtle. The incapacitated little brother proceeded to wail every time sand came in his mouth, so we put a towel on his face. A solution we will use again in the future.

Amusing story...

An irishman who ran one of London's biggest "entertainment" houses taught his dog this..

Irishman: What do leetle gurls doo forr diamondss?

(dog rolls on it's back and wags its legs in the air.)

Janda was banished to the Sin Bin last night and was berated today for his cacophonous snoring. He has a twitchy leg in his sleep and so offered to go sleep then in the car... Wonder what the Italians would think of the grunting and leg flailing coming from the car?

Rigor Amortis.