I quite enjoy our evenings at the flat. On our way back from where ever we were, I grab a copy of the London Lite and/or the London Paper (free rags handed out on the street). I get to read the gossip (utter rubbish?) and other weird headlines. Today there are tips on how to “get in bikini shape”, “why Jen’s here to be a groupie” and “Wimbeledon opens first tent city”.
Then there is the park in the square were we are staying. The boys spend their evenings down there playing chess or boules (a game we saw the locals playing in Champs de Mar Park in Paris). If you look closely, you’ll see Connor and Bryce playing chess on the left and Kyle and Tom playing boules on the right. What am I doing? Enjoying a glass of wine (ok 5) and lounging with my gossip rags (and looking forward to a game show on BBC 3 called “Snog, Avoid or Marry” [I looked it up and snog isn’t a bad word])
