Don't look at me!

I'm very much better today, and the blisters are turning into scabs on my arm, which if Janet didn't keep slapping it to get my attention would be fairly painfree now... However...

I never realised how often I like to touch you, she says in astonishment after my strangled scream. Still, the codeine is kicking in again and we can all laugh at poor old bish.

Our period of gite management draws to a close as John returns tomorrow. The pool remains clear (if only I could use it I know it'd be lovely and warm). The gardens have had the benefit of Janet, but will recover.

We're still here for another week and a bit. I'm hopeful I'll get to photograph more than the admittedly delightful minibeasts of Homps - Olonzac.