Heaven and pees

I am sitting by the pool in Provence en famille after a week in Nice with blonde, 30 year old single mum friend (who claims she's getting old. Hello?!) and her 5 year old beach loving son who worships smart daughter like she's a mini Goddess. 

Here in Provence, 8 year old daughter is having an accidental  private swim lesson. I say accidental as she'd cannily signed herself up for kids club swim which turned out to be a session with a French natation expert extrordinaire. And there was I thinking she'd just be playing with new little friends. A challenging lesson however was just how she likes it. Relaxation is a dirty word in her book. She's an Aries.  

Crazy son trips off to the kids clubhouse in his new mini Havaianas, minus a nappy (only falling twice flat on his face). He's due to start Parisien school next month and nappies are a no no. Where better to train him than in the sunshine at such a heavenly location. It's ok - even I draw the line at him risking the pool au naturel. We'd be arrested for a floating log here I'm sure. This is France. While coaxing him onto the big loo earlier, he endearingly stared up at it and asked if he'd need a seatbelt.