Afriend and colleague has decided he wants to meet a French girl.
Strange considering he’s only been to France twice before, but after we both sailed to St Malo at the weekend with work, the bachelor boy was on the look-out for a petite mademoiselle.
We entertained our listeners on the ship Pont Aven into the small hours, but on French soil the hunt was on.
He then met the woman of his dreams. He’s called her Nicole, although he never found out her real name.
Sadly, all he got from her was a French stick! But there was a flirtation, he felt.
Now his heart’s melted, my friend has to wait until February for our Valentine’s cruise to see her again.
I can’t wait!