French lunches

...on a shady terrace, buoyed with good conversation and that last way past dinner time and have specific 'eclair' courses.

Milo did, of course, run off and inspire a frantic few minutes until he was discovered up a neighbour's driveway.

We are having him tagged. Or tethered. Or both.

Right - that's me just about up to date. Todays batch of backblips start about here while the holiday goes waaaay back...