… that I had been having a few quiet days then this one takes some beating.<\/p>\n
It all went wrong before I went to bed actually. A blasted firework display at bang on midnight that went on for hours. <\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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. <\/p>\n
So that set the night off on a bad foot.<\/p>\n
Struggle out of bed, but a shower soon revived me. Trip down the road for the baguette<\/em>, and lunch on my wall in the high winds. Blasted uncomfortable too.<\/p>\n 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?<\/p>\n Tomorrow there’s a f\u00eate up here in the walled city. Music, dancing and, of course, the buvette<\/em>. Nothing whatever takes place in France without a buvette<\/em>, and if there is none it’s a national scandal.<\/p>\n Must be on form for that! <\/p>\n
