My life passed in front of my eyes. And it was green

You can have too much of a good thing.

After a late night slurping with friends at our regular snooker night get together, we decided to take our house guests (Domitille et al) to one of our favourite nosh-spots in Puycelci.

What better place to eat out than in this hill-top bastide?

With its stunning architecture…

With fois gras to start, followed by steak tartare helped down with a couple of glasses of the local red wine, then a damme blanche ice cream then expresso to finish, how could life get better than this?

Then a gentle stroll around the village in the afternoon scorching heat, then back home to relax by the pool…

That last bit is where it all went wrong.

The heat, the food, the ambience all added together made us somewhat content and relaxed. Too relaxed.

Annick went straight off to sleep leaving me struggling to remain conscious.

On hearing Annick’s cry, I awoke to see my life screaming past me.

And it was green.

We were in fact hammering along at a crazy angle in the ditch at the side of the road. The green was the long grass whipping by us. I thought that the end had come.

We were in luck. No telegraph poles, no trees, no rocks, no people, no vehicles. We came to a smooth stop with no damage except to my ego.

Everyone passing stopped to help. We found a local farmer to tow us out. The car was damage free, the effect of sliding on its side only resulted in the car being cleaner than usual.

Everyone was kind and helpful.

The gentle mocking started later.