C'est moi, c'est moi, le chat

These next few weeks are given over to gardening, mixed with preparations for winter consultancy work.  So, as it was set to be warm again today (eventually it reached 30 degrees), we took the cool of the early morning to move some of the big trunk-sized logs up to the top of the garden ready for our friend Jean-Luc to take them away for splitting.  Hard work, but very rewarding.  After lunch we went in search of some ground-cover roses, but the specimens on sale at this time of the year are quite poor, so we decided to leave it until spring when the stocks will be of better quality.  On the way home we stopped for coffee/beer in Martel; everything is quiet after the summer tourist season and the old town looked calm and lazy in the afternoon sun.  In the evening we took our evening Kir on the back terrace along with some rillettes de poulet.  The neighbour's cat (actually she seems to be 25% our cat) came scampering down from the field mewing and begging.  She was almost beside herself with joy when we fed her some rillettes; I guess her 75% owners don't spare her much haut cuisine!