Cheese

Awake early to bid a sleepy farewell to Mr B, then some Archers-inspired snoozing before finally hitting the day properly.  Market, pointing out to the lab their appalling customer service, arranging a thing with a bailiff (for me, not against me...) and a chat with CheeseLady, from whom I procured this stunning lunch.

A bit of garden activity, called short by showers and really actually quite cool weather.  Then lots of sorting out the office (again, though for my use this time).  Into town tonight for the 'Soirée Bodega' - which turned out to be some food stalls and some music.  Unfortunately we chose a table right next to a group of Brits who were arguing really loudly about (effectively) which of them was the most obnoxiously right-wing.   In the interests of not having me punch the main ringleader, TallGirl suggested a walk to the other end of town.  So we hung out there until the fireworks.  Not sure why, but nothing much goes on round here on the 14th itself, so we celebrate Bastille Day the night before.  The fireworks were pretty great actually, though it did at one point look like they might have set the Mairie on fire.  We normally watch them from the end of our road (4 km away) and they were much better from 50m away!  A half-hearted La Marseillaise (I wasn't the only one humming for 90% of it), the shortest speech in history ("Thanks for coming, be happy.") and we were off home.  

Being out at night seemed to waken something in TallGirl and I was subjected to the kind of barrage of questions I normally deflect to Mr B:

- Is our armageddon plan fit for purpose? 
- Do we have an armageddon plan?
- What will happen to the goldfish if there's a nuclear war?
- Do we have enough plastic sheeting?
- How do they get the colours in fireworks?
- How do they make some of them bang and some not?
- Is Josh Lyman jewish? (actually that might have come from CarbBoy)
- Will Theresa May be good for women?
- Will she be better than 'that woman'?
- A million other things but my brain was already full.

(I put on the West Wing and everything calmed down.)

(Then, having avoided most of the news today, I hear that the buffoon is Foreign Secretary.  Sheesh.)