Pool and poker in the heat

Thirty-seven degrees C and not a breath of breeze. We stayed home hiding behind our nice thick walls. The boys had a visit from Rory, a local English lad who’s lived here since he was two and whose family is friends with our neighbour. He’s fifteen, but friendly and patient. In theory he was to be talking French with the kids, in practice the spoke mostly English and he taught them blackjack. They also had a mammoth water fight which culminated with Declan ‘falling’ into the pool – repeatedly.

This afternoon Bob and I taught all the others poker before there was some more falling in the pool.