… that I had been having a few quiet days then this one takes some beating.
It all went wrong before I went to bed actually. A blasted firework display at bang on midnight that went on for hours.
In the end I was praying for one of those occasions that rings a bell in the back of my mind from London 2 or 3 centuries ago when a spark from the first firework fell into the bucket where all of the others had been stored.
Instead of a beautiful one-hour display observed by 10,000 people, you had a half-second of something that was heard by everyone across the whole south-east of England.
So that set the night off on a bad foot.
Struggle out of bed, but a shower soon revived me. Trip down the road for the baguette, and lunch on my wall in the high winds. Blasted uncomfortable too.
Apart from that, I’ve been doing something interesting on the laptop and following the football results too – the season has restarted today. Where did summer go?
Tomorrow there’s a fête up here in the walled city. Music, dancing and, of course, the buvette. Nothing whatever takes place in France without a buvette, and if there is none it’s a national scandal.
Must be on form for that!
