Life on the boats and other loves

 
                   I know the lavander fields are waiting for me and I am not sure that I will have the opportunity to go this year. I really do hope so. By the way any of you who have clothe moths in your cupboards, stick some lavander in there they hate it and will keep away, so you will have nice smelling wholesome! clothes.

Since I have been back from St Emilion and England I have been procrastonating about which project I should give myself to do, or which project I should continue with and have screwed myself into a tight ball unable to do any of them. Yesterday I let go of everything and thought what the hell, it doesn't matter anyway. Today I think I shall start writing about how I came to France and to work on the boats and some of the food I have cooked along the way. So here goes.

THE LURE OF LEAVING ENGLAND AND THE PUSH THAT HELPED ME GO

Being in love just wasn't easy, not when I was young at least, experience and age help love to be what it is meant to be and not just a hormonal rush of uncontrolled emotions. So being in love wan't so easy and nor was the man I was in love with. He was sweet, charming and good looking and he wanted to marry me, you might think that this was a recipe for success, little did I know he was to be filanderer and would ultimately break my heart. Of course we did not marry, he did with another and I rode shamelessly sad on my bike around London doing cooking jobs and feeling terribley sorry for myself.

Wherever I rode there would be Paul and Petra in harmonious love together smiling sickly sweet at me from their car window of holding hands downs some pavement of London as I went by. Talk about sticking in the knife, I had all I could stomach and set about leaving the hart in London behind and finding a new one somewhere anywhere. A friend suggested The South of France, and that seemed just as good as anyplace to be, particularly as I was a chef and there were plenty of boats to work on.

There, I had a project, get out of England and fast. I answered an ad in the Lady and got a job in Monaco working for and ex high end escort woman and her unfortunate older husband who glutenously imbibed vast quantities of brandy, devoured huge amounts of food and sucked endlessly on obscenely large cigars. I managed two months, it was not a pleasant experience. Not forgetting the fact that I suffered from sea sickness and felt very under the weather whenever I was in my tiny cabinwhere there was no room to move and no room to breathe.

A friend of mine had given me the number of some friends of his in case of an emergency. I decided being on land with no job and no friends and nowhere to live was a state of emergency and phoned John and Odell, who God bless those two forever invited me to Gassin near to St Tropez to come and stay and do some villa cooking and cleaning until a job came up. so..................................until tomorrow......

Comments

[elliebaker@aol.com]

What a great plan to write this...cant wait for the next installment...love you and hope you no longer feel too tightly screwed up in that little ball...xxxx

[Charlie]

THank you very good idea to write as you you do it so well and as the top comment says can't wait for the next install.
love you charlie xx