The rain started as showers during the night but then slowly got worse as the morning progressed. By mid-morning it was heavy rain and thunderstorms.
Sat indoors feeling bored I decided to take myself down the road to see if I could find an English newspaper to read. I set off in swimming shorts, 'T' shirt, Mac and flip-flops. My thinking being that the worst thing that can happen to me is to come back with wet legs and swimming shorts.
Needless to say I didn't bump in to anybody else on the way. As it turned out flip-flops were the ideal footwear as I could walk through the deep puddles without having to worry. I did manage to find a newsagents-cum-coffee-shop and there was just one English newspaper left - a Sunday Mail, and it had a very damp front page. Not to worry it was something to read and take my mind off our predicament.
For lunch I was rather hoping for the British Incontience Association's recommended Cocky Leaky soup, but instead it was nice hot tomato flavour, together with part-baked baguettes, freshly finished off in our oven. Very nice they were to.
I spent much of yesterday evening and today trying to get online and register with Channel 4 online in the hope we could watch the highlights of today's Monaco Grand Prix.
The weather here brightened up about half an hour before the start time, but by then I imagine there were an awful lot of spectators who had paid a lot of money for their tickets sat in the grandstands soaked to the skin.
The sun eventually shone here at about 16:00 - Praise the Lord! By then Lewis Hamilton was well on his way to winning the Monaco Grand Prix. I used to consider myself a fan of young Lewis, but now I think he's just an arrogant, spoilt, moody sod. His poor old dad made huge sacrifices supporting him throughout his karting career, but as soon as Lewis made the big time he dumped him, so I hope that this year his teammate Nico Rosberg wins the title. He may be German, but on this occasion I can forgive him.
Tomorrow we plan to go to St Tropez, probably on the train. We may even bump in to its famous resident Brigit Bardot, the blonde bird with the big t*ts, though after all these years they probably just keep her knees warm.
This evenings meal from my resident Cordon bleu Chef was chicken curry, washed down with lashings of rosé wine.
I did manage to register with Channel 4 online and we managed to watch a bit of the news which was on before the Grand Prix, but it was buffering so much the race would have lasted until midnight, and so I gave up.
This evening we may well partake of a DVD movie, though I haven't anything onboard starring Brigit Bardot, which is a shame as it could have been considered 'research'.
Tomorrow I will rename this page 'Nice 1' since there is too much rubbish to upload for a two-week stay at one location, so from tomorrow it will be 'Nice 2', and whatever that will bring.
As I type this rubbish I am looking across at a French couple who have been here about as long as us. Every evening the elderly wife changes in to her night attire, then has a fag whilst wandering around the pitch making phone calls, any red blooded male would have difficulty controlling himself.
Tonights video was 'Billy Elliot' though there was no popcorn or ice cream in sight.
Here's to tomorrow - blue skies, no Grand Prix, and most of France at work rather than on strike.