Big mouth

No, my mouth turned out not to be big enough for this.

TallGirl's first two parts of her mock-mock-mock Brevet (it's complicated) seemed to go tolerably well today, so she chose dinner. Burgers. CarbBoy defied his moniker by having duck and green beans for dinner, though he had demolished a mountain of pasta and chicken for lunch.

Foggy all day, so no good for outdoor painting. Having been chastised by our proper accountant for not having sent them anything for the school accounts for an embarrassingly long time, I set too and sorted out 11 months' worth of stuff for her. Though hedged with so many badly translated caveats about things I don't know yet that she will be hard pushed to do anything useful with it. But, with a steady supply of strong tea, nutty chocolate and a regularly replenished hot water bottle under my feet, I do think I got a lot done.

Mr B has been battling stormy weather and indecision, but one way or another he will be home soon. It won't surprise anyone very much that most of his routes home involve buying a car. Sigh.

The main entertainment tonight was watching a woman do amazing keepy-uppies / juggling with five footballs. Of course, this being French TV, she was doing it in a scanty bikini top, which prompted a discussion on the couch (satisfactory 100% vote in favour of that being a bit daft.)