Taking a rest

I chatted to a few people on the market and lamented France's loss in the rugby, a match they should have won but for a poor decision in overtime at the end. There was the usual exchange of banter with Patrique the fishmonger and then a trip to the tip to collect another load of compost, the only limitation being the weight we could lift into the car. I am now contemplating constructing a small raised bed in the courtyard. I felt sufficiently recovered this morning to do a hatha yoga lesson and go on a longer walk. This bench is conveniently situated at the top of the climb. I prepared the morning service for tomorrow as my turn has come round again and watched some more of the original 1952 version of Manon des Sources on Youtube.