15. Apr, 2016

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TUESDAY 2-6-15

I awoke to a rather cloudy morning. The Chef was having a lie-in as I think the second half of my cheesecake for dessert yesterday evening exacted some kind of revenge on her during the night. Never mind, we had nothing planned today since we weren't returning to Monaco.

I'm a bit concerned as today is a National Holiday in Italy, and yet the Italian motorhomers here have been leaving one after the other, the campground is already half empty. Have they heard that The Chef is planning Spaghetti Bolognese for our evening meal tonight and want to be as far away from it as possible?

After we'd popped down the road to the lovely large supermarket for some bits, we returned 'home' where I made a start on some chores including soaking some bits in 'Vanish' stain remover in my just-purchased ten-litre bucket, before washing them and hanging them on our clothes line hung between two trees, and running over the top of the motorhome's bird shit splattered bonnet. It's ok washing clothes on campgrounds but many of them only supply luke-warm water to the taps for the washing of clothes and crockery.

The Chef has run out of reading material and so now she's reading the one book I bought with me - 'Unbroken', which I believe has also been made in to a film. At this rate I'll have returned home and ordered the film from Amazon before I get to finish reading the book.  So now she reads my book whilst I bash away at the laptop producing rubbish like this, allowing her to have a moan because I'm doing so. Well if I had a book to read..................................

There had been a number of young children and dogs on site over the extended weekend break, but all were well behaved which is nice, and to the benefit of us all, and now they were on their way home. Campsites are very transient places with people constantly coming and going.

Now the Lord moves in mysterious ways, He must know that I quite like a Chinese, or preferably a Thai meal. Well this afternoon a French/Chinese couple have moved in to the pitch opposite us. They have arrived with just an MPV car which they parked centrally in the pitch, so I didn't know if they intended to pitch a tent later or if they intend to sleep in the car. Anyway I am left with a dilemma - do I ignore them, or do I go over and ask for a menu?

Well The Chef produced a very nice home grown Speg Bol, but I must confess I spent the whole time she was preparing it (we cook and eat outdoors unless weather prevents it) studying the Chinese couple opposite. I could sit for hours and 'people watch'. This couple had no verbal communication between themselves. He was studying some kind of paperwork while she was cooking the evening meal.

Now the interesting thing is that Western housewives want mega-sized kitchens with slate or marble-topped this and that, but this woman just sat on a chair and never moved off it, she turned left, she turned right, she faced centre, but at every point, she was cooking, cleaning pots etc, etc. It really worked. So I would suggest that anybody planning a new kitchen gets the Kitchen Design Representative round, then sit themselves down and spin from left to right demanding that everything they need to prepare a meal is immediately at hand. We have just seen it can be done.

After he had done the washing up, they talked over the coffee.

Our Chinese neighbours have bedded down in their car for the night, talk about travelling light.

The day has been rounded off by two more episodes of' Doc Martin', I think it's growing on her.