fine friday

 Friday night was moonlit and beautiful, dammit - no sudden storm to dust off the pollen, which means today I'm gasping. Its Sunday, there are worse things than lying quietly reading whodunnits and dozing but there is a vide grenier in town - I could weep.

Anyway.... here is old friend Richard, visiting between his home in Italy and his London base. Jolly good fun to see him. We dined at the Creperie and then joined the entire town who were partying at Lucs, between Plan B and le Tyrex. There was a band and dancing and joyful liveliness.

Below is Stuart [Don], Scottish Daves brother (he loves being called that) with what is evidently his astral body -

 and introducing Sam, who is staying with our dutch friends - he is visiting with Jim -

Le Captain has gone to London to catch up with some essentials, poor man; missing him and feeling outrageously sorry for myself.

OOh been meaning to write about Daves battery. This info might matter to you - certainly impacted on poor Dave. He parked on the free bit of wasteland parking by the Carcassonne airport since he was only going away for a couple of days, came back, battery flat - rang Annie who came out with jump leads  like the dear girl she is. Opened bonnet to discover that the battery wasn't flat; the battery wasn't there.  Nicked.
If you are leaving your car unattended and unprotected better take the battery with you:)