Paris

I'm so glad to see Martin, my landlord, on his feet again among his beloved cows. He is still ill from the pneumonia he got already last christmas, when we were crawling around under the house trying to sort out the blocked sewage in my neighbours house. Then he had a really bad cold and he said today that he never got really well from that. I hope he gets better soon, now the sun is warming and he can be outdoors, as he loves. 

Martins wife also got the flu and is at home, resting, but her father is helping out moving the cows and the bull to their summer grazing, not far away. The bull is the reason they sat down in the straw to have a coffee, they are waiting for the bull to decide if it wants to enter the wagon that is going to transport him to his new field. The men says that there's no point in trying to shove the bull into the wagon if it doesn't want to, their seventy kilos each isn't going to affect the bull at all, especially not in a tight space, when shoving could be very dangerous. Martin and his wife is going on a holiday to Paris in a week and while they are waiting, the father in law is in the middle of telling a story from when he was last in France. I heard them leave minutes after I left, when the bull had decided himself to go into the wagon. 
I hope Martin and his wife get well before leaving for Paris, I really wish them a wonderful springtime in Paris.