Day Trip to St. Malo – Part 2
Obviously, one of the reasons that The Girlie, The FifteenYearOld and I went to St Malo on a day trip was…
So that I could enter the Biggest Belly in Brittany Competition!
And, in the picture above…
You’ll see me limbering up for it!
You also see me having a paddle for the first time in…
Eight years!
Why did I wait so long?…
In order to prepare for the competition…
We needed to have a light lunch
Strangely enough we chose the restaurant that wasn’t across the road from the sex shop…
And had a really nice meal for not a lot of money!
My Moules Provencal was really quite special!
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The Girlie had steak…
And The FifteenYearOld had a warm goat’s cheese on toast salad.
For anyone every in St. Malo, the restaurant is an Italian one in the road with all thee other outdoor restaurants – the owner gave us a free digestive after the meal!
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Over the last year or so, The FifteenYearOld seems to have lost his bottom!
he doesn’t know where he lost it so there is no point in sending out search parties!.
He’ll probably hate me for bringing this to your attention…
What a terrible stepfather I am!
The Girlie is seen here deep in contemplation…
Trying to work out where The FifteenYearOld’s bottom might have gone?
I put it all down to the slight lack of Pig’s Trotter Sandwiches in the poor boy’s diet!
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All the best
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3 Responses to “Day Trip to St. Malo – Part 2”
You will never win with that belly Kieth, you are very slim compared to some of the beer drinkers I see walking around! Diane
When Olivier wore ‘those kind of jeans’ a few years back they slid down while he was walking down the street. Fortunately there was no one around and I’m the only person who knows….ooops!
Did he eat his salad up?
I was singing at a folk fest in Holland recently but otherwise was fancying this Polish songbird…then she went and turned around. Where was her botty? The arse of HER jeans was/were down by her knees. I abjectly declined to chat her up. G
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