… of this rubbish will recall that I mentioned yesterday that after my posting of the other night a menu dramatically appeared in the window of the new restaurant yesterday.

It was not illuminated so you couldn’t read it in the dark (which rather defeats the purpose of posting it) but anyway, I went along this afternoon to have a look at it and see what was on offer.

And I was right about two things. I can’t afford anything on the menu, and even if I could, there is nothing on the menu that I can eat.

So back to the fritkot then.

It was finally back to bed last night at about 02:30 so there was no chance whatever of my showing a leg at 07:30 when I awoke.

None whatsoever.

Instead I turned over and went back to sleep and there I stayed for about three hours or so until about 10:30. That’s more like it!

Plenty of time to go on a voyage then. There was a lot going on during the night but I don’t remember very much of it at all except one bit where there was a woman with long blonde hair in a pony tail who was talking to me about songs. She was asking me to guess her history which of course I didn’t. It turned out that she was a backing musician to Judy Collins back in the early 70s and can be heard on one of the tracks playing the banjo which I thought was extremely interesting all the same.

After the medication I had a very important task to perform which took up quite a lot of the morning. A ship that once passed by during the night one weekend in another life a world or so ago has dramatically sailed into port during the night.

The world is small, it’s becoming smaller all the time and all of the chickens will come home to roost before it’s over. Still, it’s all part of life’s rich pageant I suppose

But as a result I didn’t really get started on my project until long after midday and by the time that I knocked off at 19:00 I’d only done the first pass through and re-recorded the questions that I asked during the Press Conference.

They need to be edited back in, which I’ll do when I’ve finished this, and then it needs a second run-through to cut out the irrelevances which I suppose will be tomorrow’s task before I go to the meeting.

It wasn’t until about 14:30 that I got out for my bread.

It was a glorious afternoon in the sun and there were loads of yachts and other boats out there taking full advantage of the fine weather, which is no surprise.

And Joly France was out there too, moored up at the ferry terminal. She must have a crossing to do this weekend then, and I bet that that has held up the dredgers today.

Regular readers of this rubbish will recall having been with me when we saw them setting out the “no waiting” signs in the Boulevard des Terreneuvieurs the other day to advise of travaux

It looks as if things will be moving on fairly rapidly. Today, the road is closed off and a diversion is posted.

Out of curiosity I did go for a walk down that way to see if I could see anything of any significance, but there was no evidence of anything out of the ordinary.

As a result, I can’t wait until Tuesday!

There was a brocante in the Place General de Gaulle this afternoon so after picking up my dejeunette from la Mie Caline I went for a look.

Nothing particular caught my eye except a very overprived Epiphone acoustic guitar, but I did buy for e3:00 a book about the fall of the Maginot Line in 1940. I’m running out of exciting reading matter here.

One the way back I bumped into one of my neighbours going out for a walk so we had a lengthy chat and then I came back for lunch. It was now 15:00

After lunch I pushed on with work until about 17:30 when I went for a very late afternoon walk

There were quite a few people out there enjoying the late afternoon sunset and who can blame them? Despite the howling gale that has now sprung up again it really was beautiful.

But I didn’t have time to loiter. I have plenty of work to do and I don’t have the time to hang around.

Despite all of that, I did hang around when I saw this.

It’s a Citroen C5 but apart from that I’m not sure whether it’s an ambulance or whether it’s a hearse but whatever it is, much as I’m not a fan of modern Citroëns I’d take this home in a heartbeat.

Old age must definitely be creeping up on me if I’m admiring modern Citroëns, that’s all I can say. Unless it’s dementia.

Tea tonight was one of the best pizzas that I’ve ever eaten, followed by the last of the banana sorbet (and what an excellent buy that was!).

But while the oven was on I used one of the smaller quiche dishes that I had bought yesterday to make a four-helping apple pie.

In the fridge is some pear sorbet that I bought a good while ago and that needs eating, and I reckon that over the next few nights that will go nicely with the apple pie.

It really does look good.

This evening I was all alone on my walk so I fitted in two runs – one along the north side of the wall and the other on the usual parcours on the Square Maurice Marland. I must keep pushing on.

But now I’ve finished my notes, it’s back to work. No-one would ever believe that I’m retired when I’m under this kind of pressure and deadlines.