Lesley arrived early at 11.45 and we had champagne aperitifs aboard while MWNN finished washing and dressing for lunch. Lesley had arrived bearing gifts; MWNN's pilot's licence with its corrected expiry date, and the CDs from bogwitch. I LOVE you Bogwitch. Did I tell you that after my accident MWNN found my secret stash of special Nougat de Montellimar that I got for you down south and ate it all? He said he needed a sugar boost after the trauma. He has been severely punished and promises to replace it with some more plus some speical Belgian chocolate.
The meal at La Vielle Maison was STUNNING. The combinatiion of flavours and textures was very innovative - fresh fruit with the salad of pate de fois and smoked duck breast, a raspberry sauce with the roast goose breast, and the biggest gambas (king prawns) MWNN had ever seen. Conversation with Lesley was, as always, most entertaining. She had us in kinks as she described her reaction to the Roman guards appearance in the Mel Gibson film ' Passion '. She immediately thought of Klingons and dissolved into helpless giggles as the lyrics from the Star Trek song burst into her head.
"There's Klingons on the starboard bow. It's life Jim, but not as we know it. He's dead Jim, dead Jim, dead Jim, dead." And the final clincher "We come in peace - shoot to kill."
We returned to the boat and sat in the shade of a tree as we drank tea well into the evening. MWNN disappeared for an hour to sleep off his lunch, and Lesley and I had a good long conversation about the class she's teaching French and drawing. She's got some bookings for the gite for July and things are looking a little better than when I last spoke to her on the phone. She promised to try and meet us at Nevers, if we ever get there.