… that this time in 2 weeks I’ll be stepping off an aeroplane in Montreal?
And I hope that I feel better than I did today because if was another day like the last three or four.
Last night wasn’t quite as early as I was hoping, but when I went to bed, I went. And until the alarm went off I remember absolutely nothing. A deep sleep – you can certainly say that!
They were unloading chairs and tables in the little square down the road this morning. I’m told that there’s to be the “Fête de l’Haut Ville” this weekend, both days, with lots of things going on.
Dancing girls, cheerleaders – I’m all in favour of that but I bet that there won’t be any. Probably a buvette though – no social entertainment can ever take place in France without there being a buvette.
Lunch was on the wall, tea was the second instalment of my aubergine and kidney bean whatsit, and apart from that, precious little else. I’ve just been stirring a few papers round on the laptop.
This kind of thing happens occasionally, as you know. The secret is to ignore it because I know that things will be better tomorrow. The sun will still shine, the seagulls will still sing and the tide will come inexorably in.
So I’m going for a little walk and then a drink (there’s some Vitamin B12 juice in the fridge) and an early night.
Start again tomorrow.
