Had a lovely little weekend with the Beau. Sun was out, skies were clear and my flu is officially gone. Granted we spent every day at our local pub, the Johnson's Arms, but it has a lovely beer garden so it's not like we were holed into some damp corner of an English pub, and anyways, that's what they do here...drink.
Here is a small glimpse of the garden.
We played a few rounds of petanque. Our pub has a small petanque terrain as well as their own set of boules. The pastis was flowing. You'd never guess that we were in Nottingham. I lost the first game.
Here I am pouting.
But I won the next two games - so I was the champion!
Then we went home and I made the most disgusting Bangers and Mash ever. Stephane loved it.
Sunday, stephane had to work, so while he did that, I went to read at the University cafe in front of the lake. We then went back to the Johnson's Arms for some quick pints and fruit picking.
We went back home and I made the most succulent butter garlic roast chicken, a simple salad and an apple tart. Sorry, I don't have any pictures, because we ate it too quickly. The other day I made a quiche. I've been a regular Betty Crocker these past few days. Here's the quiche.
I had decided not to mention the devistation brought on by Katrina in my blog, because there are some feelings where words are not enough, what could I possibly say now? But it is weekends like these that make you appreciate what you have when you think of what others have lost. An embarrassment of riches. My prayers and thoughts are with those touched by Katrina.