It's French food Jim ...

...but not as we know it.

Well not yet. My local town centre remains a building site reminiscent of civilisation after the Rise of the Machines, and lacks only Arnie's muscular Terminator physique striding the landscape to complete it. But our new Cafe Rouge does now have the big red letters up so we can only hope that their famously good poached eggs and salmon with a hollondaise sauce is only a matter of weeks away.

Slept for nine hours last night but still feel tired - had a pleasant enough morning before doing a couple of hours work to prepare for the week ahead. Mr B called in with some samphire and asparagus, drinking posh coffee but wincing in one of our invalid chairs from the injuries he received in his car crash last week. Is moving to a bucolic location in East Sussex miles from a decent railway connection to civilsation, god help him.

TSM and I went into the local shops to potter around but it was very painful for her. She has a good day followed by a bad day, bless her. Seems to be the pattern. Long way to go before she is recovered. Did manage to sleep half on her side last night which is something.

Not looking forward to another week of slowly dismantling the NHS and having a wisdom tooth out tomorrow. Tell me why I don't like Mondays ...