...Provence with the "few other people" I mentioned before (Rog, Cat, Caz, Jody, Monkey, Laura, Katie, Katie), Charlie Danger, Mary, Nige and Little Jon.
After abstaining for a whole 24 hours due to illness (throughout which, by the way, everyone was wonderfully full of tea and sypathy), I was able to tuck in to some of the amazing food we had - best of which was the homemade pizzas (cooked in a proper pizza oven!).
Between the swimming pool, hot-tub, table tennis, pass the pigs, archery, perudo, spelunki, Barrooose, Articulate and Caz's birthday, there was always time to play Tony Blair, the best game in the world. Best of all is the expressions round, and the ambience was improved even more by playing, in a chapel, above a 400 year old buried monk.
Incidentally, apologies must be made to the hundreds of passengers whose sleep we (Little, Laura, Katie, Jody and Laura's mate Jesse) disturbed on the way home, by playing Tony Blair between about 1 and 5 in the morning in the airport, at top volume. We won't do it again.
