Just at Marcillat though. Liz had to work this afternoon and so we recorded it as she drove past. And Henri doesn’t look too good at all. He’s aged 100 years this last few weeks and I am concerned.
Afterwards we went to the hotel up the road for a coffee and a chat seeing as how we had half an hour to spare. And here we learnt some more devastating news. The owner of the hotel is retiring at the end of the year and there is no successor. It is therefore closing down. The other cafe in the town went a while ago, and so the place will be left with no facilities.
Regular readers of this rubbish will recall that when we were discussing a year or so ago the Mayor of Pionsat’s plans for the town and his aim of expanding the commercial facilities available, I predicted that this will have a knock-on effect on the other small towns in the neighbourhood. I didn’t expect to be proved so right so quickly.
After that, I came back here and started on the next batch of radio programmes. I’ve fallen behind with the rock music ones and I can’t afford to do that. I need to put in a couple of decent shifts on these and build up an advance catalogue of programmes for the future. It’s teeming down with rain again and so I may as well do that as anything else
And it’s cold tonight. Hovering just above my magic limit of 13°C in my attic here. I try to hang on for as long as I can before the first fire, but once that limit is passed, I’ll light up the fire. Probably by the end of this week if it carries on dropping.
