In Saintes

We all popped into Saintes as the monthly market was on, and also the dermatologist wanted to check on the wounds he had inflicted on Mr F’s face (almost healed!)
Then after we got home the digger chap arrived to dig a trench around our pool. It was all done in less than an hour, and now Mr F needs to measure up and buy the new pipes.
I weeded, cooked, and rescued a vole from the pool.