Petit dej.

I'm not sure why the fact that I work on a Sunday makes me feel that I have the right to a very French and very calorific breakfast but it does, and there you have it. Such a lovely sunny day. In the evening Richard arrived from the Ardeche, we sat on caught up on the balcony, made dinner and Richard got an early night - all the driving seemed to have caught up with him. I got on with dissembling my bedroom walls in preparation for Richard taking some of my stuff home with him, sad times. But I was reunited with some of my clothes. I hope it remains sunny enough that I get a chance to wear them. It was good to have some English company and to hear some stories of home... only two months until I will be there myself.