Ozzie rules

One thing that makes life here a little unpredictable from time to time is the fact that I speak English. Once the tourists start bumping into friends and neighbours, we start getting invitations to go round for the apero about 6. More often than not from May to September, there's an anglophone visitor sat in the corner somewhere on the way to getting bladdered on white wine or beer.

One of our neighbours, let's call him bunny, just stopped on his way past with such an invitation because he got rather carried away at lunch and has invited a couple of Orstrailians up for the apero this evening. During the process, he realised that neither their French nor his English was likely to be up to the challenge, hence my invitation. We might get a few shots for the blog: stand-by!