And I was actually out there for part of the time joining in the festivities, even though I didn’t feel all that much like it.
It all started to go wrong even while I was still in bed.
It wasn’t as early as I would have liked – more like midnight in fact. And when the alarm went off at 06:00 (and 06:10, and 06:20) I didn’t actually haul myself out straight away.
Plenty of time though to go on a voyage, and It was certainly a weird one last night. Something like a sketch from “The Men From The Ministry” where someone (and it might even have been me but I doubt it) was trying to shave, but here seemed to be no soap so I’ve no idea what was being used and the blade was so blunt that it was merely smearing it around on the face. It wasn’t until much later that the realisation dawned that, sitting there half-shaven and in a mess, it might have been better to have simply used a new razor with a decent blade. And this ended up somehow with two people, the poor shaver and his sidekick, sitting in a car in the driveway of a country house doing everything wrong, and I’ve no idea why.
07:00 when I finally crawled out of bed and attacked the medication. And later on, we had breakfast of course.
There was an hour or so while I had a bash at the photo database, and then there was work to do.
I’d forgotten that I’d filled up a 32GB memory card on the Nikon 1 while I was away in Canada in September. I hadn’t saved the files and the card that’s in there now id filling up.
When I say “saved” the files, everything is saved onto the laptop and then on an external hard drive. But before I reformat the memory cards, I copy the images onto DVDs as an extra back-up.
These hadn’t been backed up as yet onto DVD so I spent a couple of hours copying them all onto a pile of DVDs, labelling and saving them. And then, of course, formatting the memory card.
I’m running out of space too in the hard-storage bit so I had to shuffle all of the disks around to make enough space in a storage container.
I had a quick lunch, and the went outside to head into town.
On foot of course because we are hemmed in right now. Just look at all of these caravanettes parked up on the public car park just outside our apartment building.
You can’t move for the blasted things and the blasted grockles that drive the blasted things.
And they are everywhere. Every last square inch of space has a caravanette parked on it.
Even our old friend the ancient CF Bedford isn’t safe. A couple of caravanettes have crammed themselves in around it.
And if you look across the port, you’ll see a few dozens more scattered around all over the place.
Anyway, I struggled up the road nevertheless to see what was going on
Including the unedifying spectacle of watching some unkempt middle-aged man struggling to keep control of three large dogs that were jumping up and down on a girl of about 7, and getting all upset when I told him that he ought to keep his blasted dogs under flaming control.
We almost had an “incident” there.
So I took up my place half-way up the rue Couraye and whatched the children’s parade come down.
It seemed to be strangely quiet this year – not even half the floats and parades that I remember from last year.
Tomorrow and Tuesday are the big days of the carnaval of course but even so …
After the parade, I went for a walk down town into the place Charles de Gaulle to see what was happening there.
Not all that much either compared to last year. I seem to recall that it was heaving in there back then.
But at least it gave me an opportunity to study some of the costumes of the paraders, and I was suitably impressed with some of them.
So while you admire a few more photos of the people and paraders, I climbed back up the hill for home.
And for some strange reason it was a long, weary climb back up here.
I could tell that I was not feeling myself right now yet again, and that’s no good.
Back here, I spent most of the time fending off waves of fatigue until near tea-time.
Two taco rolls with the last of the stuffing, with pasta and vegetables. Followed by one of these soya almond desserts.
The plan was then to go out and inspect the night-time carnaval activities, but a couple of things delayed me.
Firstly, I wasn’t feeling as well as I ought to have been. A kind of general fatigue and tiredness I suppose – the after-effects of my illness.
Secondly, I suddenly went freezing cold.The temperature in here is reasonably warm, but it was just how I was feeling I reckon.
Thirdly, a football match appeared on the internet. Barry Town v Cambrian and Clydach from Tonypandy, in the Welsh Cup.
I didn’t have the strength to plug in the laptop to the big TV in the living room.
Instead, I curled up on the chair and watched it on the big computer.
For a while anyway. I was just getting colder and colder so I ended up in bed under the covers watching it from there.
And then Rosemary rang me up, so I was chatting to her down the bed while watching the football.
Who says men can’t multitask?
We were chatting for almost all of the second half of the game and then my bad throat gave out so I had to hang up.
As for the football, Barry Town were clearly the better side (which is no surprise seeing as they are one division up) and they soon went into the lead.
But then they missed half a dozen easy tap-ins. One after the other was miskicked or sailed over the bar from three feet out.
And I remember thinking that they’ll pay for these misses.
Which they did, because all of a sudden they found themselves 2-1 down – two goals out of nothing had caught them cold.
But class will out and in the end they scored two goals later in the game to make the score look better than it ought to have done at one time.
Fitness and perseverence told in the end, for Cambrian and Clydach were puffing and blowing at the end.
So having missed the fair, I’m off to bed. Fatigue, headache and all.
I’m definitely not so good right now, but a good lie-in tonight and tomorrow might make me feel better.
At least I hope so. It’s the big parade tomorrow.
And if you want to see the rest of the photos of the carnaval for today, you need to go to THIS LINK