Monday 29 May: Day 5: Rain stops play…or does it?

In the morning I get a call from Mr P, ” Is it OK if they pop in for a coffee?”  Of course says I.

Bikes duly parked up, outside my little French house.. 

…everyone heads round back to the garden – with their motorbike textiles on, the damp seating is not a problem!

So good to catch up over a cup of coffee or two.

 I suggest they say for lunch before they head off to the Musee de R√©sistance in St Marcel, which is gladly accepted.

Whilst I’ m in the kitchen pulling together lunch, Dave and Nigel very kindly sweep up the mess that I have made on the patio whilst paint stripping.

Only Brits on holiday would sit outside to eat in this weather.

As we finish lunch the heavens open ,  so I suggest a game of Breton Kerplunk.

There aren’t many rules:

  1. Winner is the one who has least balls at the end.
  2. If you touch a stick you have to pull it out
  3. If you throw the dice and there are no sticks of that  colour left you miss a go

Simples.. Although there are little tricks to playing that everyone quickly cottons onto.

The first game finishes with most of the balls/marbles balanced on four sticks and Dave who had started off so well, ends up losing.

 But that’s one of the joys of the game, it does take some skill but in the end it is also down to chance.

We are all quite competitive,  and the language gets very colorful at times! And that’s with playing in the afternoon when we are sober. Can you imagine what we’d be like after a few glasses of wine.

Just as well we are all good friends! 

There does seem to be a bit of a   ” Team Sofa” going on with Nigel and Carol coaching each other.

As well as  lots of banter about balls or lack of!

By the time the afternoon ends it is all pretty even, with winners and losers all round.

So there it is, if you ever wondered how a bunch of “tough” bikers spend an afternoon when it’s raining there you have it…playing  √† grown-up version of Kerplunk!

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