… sleep last night either. Not because I wasn’t tired, but the torrential rain – all 11mm of it, that fell through the night was enough to keep anyone awake.
So I missed the start of the Sunday meeting in Pionsat but made the brocante, but just like everything in Pionsat, it’s getting worse and worse.
But the Bourrée de Vergheas, the Auvergnat folk dancing and folk music group from Vergheas down the road, they were in attendance. Giving one of their dancing sessions in the square and inviting the local people (and the tourists) to take part.
Back home, Terry rang me up. He’s had a stone chip on the windscreen of his van and it’s split the screen. With no Liz around, he needs the benefit of yours truly to sort out the claim so we met up at Pionsat again to discuss things.
Apart from that, I’ve had a Sunday off. I deserve one too, because I’ve been working hard just recently. And I’m back at work tomorrow.
