Hello Conker!! I was wondering what you were up to ...
I am a bit nervous of going to France because I am scared of Ryanair (I don't know if I have recounted to you ladies my adventures at Dublin airport, my sit in, my near arrest, and my subsequent successful legal action against them?) As for the principle of staying with Auld, I discussed it with DH, and we decided she probably wasn't a psychopath if she sends people Provencal chocolate olives in the post.
Nutty, I am so post-natal and blobby at the moment, and a size 18-20, so I doubt even your ministrations could make me look hot enough to go clubbing. Plus if I have three units of alcohol I generally need to have a bit of a lie down. That having been said, I am told Ballare or The Junction are the places to go around here, and I suppose if someone tied a luggage label around my neck with my address on, someone would deliver me home eventually. DD might be quite shocked if she saw her mother living it large at The Junction because that is her fave venue for D & B music, I am told. It would be worth going just for that.
My other secret ambition is to go to a festival, as I have never done that either. I was looking at Frekkles' pictures of them all at one and I felt a bit jealous, even though I hate camping and don't like mud unless it's in my own garden or on a hike.
You have to remember that when I was in my 20s I was a classical music student with a toddler in tow, and our idea of a good time was to listen to Katya Ricciarelli at the Coliseum or similar, or all go around each others' houses and play Beethoven duets on the piano whilst getting off our faces on Beaujolais Nouveau. So in this respect I am suffering from arrested development.