Probably, hopefully, I slowly will have more time to write again my short funny stories, captured under the title: 'Miss Pea in France'.

Here is one I don't want to keep to myself, I have to share it with you. Have fun reading:

A very SPECIAL wedding.

Do you wanna mallie me? (Japanese boy asking his French girlfriend).

Oui, but only if the wedding is at a castle, I want it to be SPECIAL.

And SPECIAL it is, at least for the spectators, at least for me.

Almost being at the end of the season some are trying to get me confused (not very difficult anyway), but..... French people, German people, English people and some from Holland. Walking to one tent speaking French to the German, English to the French and all mixed up. Right: only English please from now on.

Probably my guests think it is part of my 'act', because they think it is funny, but it is not.

First this morning checking out some guests, breakfast at Rita's with Hanneke and Peter, coffee with the rest of the 'crazy mad creative with leftover diners club' and then they left me here behind. Not all by myself, but I can say left with the Babylonian rest.

The Crazy Mad Creative with Leftovers Diners Club (Peter, Hanneke, Barlien, Rita, Puck & Stendert). De Dol Dwaze Creatief met Kliekjes Eetclub.

Puck's 'birthday'.

The Crazy Mad Creative with Leftover Diners Club at work............

Preparing some tents for my last arrivals for this season and then I started to de-montage tent nr. 39, so I was around for my arrivals AND for the wedding guests who will sleep in 4 tents tonight. In between rain and thunder, cleared up again, but still not sure whether it will stay dry tonight.

While working in tent 39 a lot of Japanese people are passing starting to talk to me. Well, okay folks, that's it: French okay, German okay, English okay, a mix of all okay, but Japanese trying to speak French: I give up, I give in!

I took one lady by the arm and guided her to tent nr. 41, because in 40 were already 4 boys from the music. No, no, she said, waving her arms like a Kungfu fighter: D said the tent with the table in front. (= nr. 43). Yes I am taking you there. No, no, pulling me back to nr. 39, table in flont! Okay, but that table is in front of the door, to block it, because it is half emptied, I bring you to the tent with the table in front of the window.

Stubborn little Japanese woman: Zipps open tent nr. 41, oops a man standing there changing his clothes. Probably she said Sorry in Japanese to him, zipp tent closed.

Zipp nr. 41: Oops, Japanese people inside. Solly, zipp tent closed. Finally she can see nr. 43 with table in flont of windows, but: Can I have nr. 42? Of course dear, whatever you want. There is no table at all in or in front of that tent, I took them already away, but your wish is my command. I think she was happy because I believe she said Harrigato. I said Konichiwa (good evening - or good night?) and went downstairs to find D.

D was taking care of putting down the pillows and sheets in the 4 tents for the wedding guests, but.......... yes, of course, around 18.30 I went down to the bar, where she was serving horse d'oeuvres to ask one more time for the pillows.

In the meantime S was saying to D that she had to stop running around, because poor doggie could not follow her so quickly..... (S please go home) ........

Ah oui they are in my car..... I come with you, can we put them together in the right tents? Of course, let's go.

On our way up the grandfather of the bride tries to come down with a bended back, his walking stick and almost falling down. D rushes towards him, holds his arm and is guiding him to the rest of the crowd, meanwhile Grandpa shouting: Beatrice, where are you? BEATRICE BEATRICE. Ring ring, D's mobile ringing in her pocket, but on the side where Grandpa is clinging to her arm. BEATRICE BEATRICE. All the guests are just passing us, no one takes over Grandpa. D mouthing to me Zut Alors......Ah, there is Beatrice, standing behind a tree on the phone........ Can you get to her Grandpa? and off we go, towards the car to get the pillows.

Every tent needed 6 pillows, but with 12 pillows: okay every tent gets 4, one tent (nr. 43) nothing, perhaps nobody will use that one anyway D said.

D rushing back down to the bar, because this wedding there is no catering with staff to serve: D, G en J are taking care of this.

Am I happy not to be on the guests-list, I stay put at my tent, not getting near the bar tonight, sharing this story with you and read a book later.

Wonder what time I will wake up when the Japanese are coming up to go for sleep and maybe tomorrow we will know the answer on the question: how many Japanese will fit in 1 tent!!!

Konichiwa, Dormir bien, Sweet Dreams, Schlaf gut, Slaap zacht.

Miss Pea