So chic

How could I say no to an invitation from Cointreau to sip Margaritas at a festival of French food, drinks and music?

Impossible n’est pas français!

The event was called So Frenchy So Chic. I hadn’t heard of it before, but it attracted quite the crowd of fashionably dressed types to Bicentennial Park in Glebe on Saturday.

There was a stage with live music surrounded by stalls selling everything from cassoulet to croque monsieurs and madelines, alongside Lanson Champagne, Cointreau, Pampelle and Kronenbourg beer.

We settled onto stools next to the Cointreau kombi – which has been converted into a mobile bar that travels the country – and spent a lovely few hours in the sunshine.

It made me feel much better about being back in the city after my wonderful South Coast break.

I was definitely not feeling the city vibe when I got home on Friday. It was quite the thud back to reality, not helped by seeing a post on Facebook about how you only get 18 summers with your children, so you should cherish each one.

Not comforting when one of my kids is 19 and the other is planning to move out of home after the HSC. My summers with children are pretty much over.

I have also decided I would rather spend them work half days with an ocean view permanently …

However, unless I win the lottery that I have not entered into, it ain’t happening.

C’est la vie.

There wasn’t any spring in my step when I woke up back in my apartment on Saturday morning, although it was nice to be back in my own bed – the one in Gerringong needed a thorough seeing to with an Allen key, every turn caused loud squeaks and creaks.

A double shot flat white lifted my mood and rest of my weekend was spent walking with friends and vacuuming my car in the hope my new one arrives soon.

The car salesman over promised on it being delivered before Christmas. Fingers and toes crossed for it coming before Valentine’s Day.

OK it’s time for me to climb out of my squeak-free bed and face the full-time working week – fortunately there’s a public holiday in it to soften the blow.

Song of the day: Art vs Science “PARLEZ-VOUS FRANCAIS?”