We're making our way to Corsica from Sardinia, stopped off to let the little prince do some spear fishing, in a NATIONAL PARK (I know). One week left to go and we're going to be in our beautiful little spot in Bonifacio for a week before the long crossing to Spain, could I be happier? No I could not.
Tuesday, 20 August 2013
If the owner's step son wasn't so ridiculously good looking I'd be very VERY cross with him. He arrived with a massive suitcase FULL of dirty laundry, he raids the fridge every time I turn my back, he doesn't LIKE tomatoes, olives, parsley, pasta, seafood or chicken (???), he does LOVE fois gras though (!!), oh and mangoes that cost €15 a piece, he's grazed his way through our entire stash of pistachios and Pringles and his room is the biggest mess I've seen in a LONG time, he sits on the couch with his salty wet shorts and he asks me to bake a bloody cake every day, JUST for him, no one else. He IS very, VERY good looking though (even though he's, ahem, only 20 years old), this makes it only slightly more acceptable for him to be such a painfully annoying creature.
