September 11, 2017

Its a new dawn

 - but heaven knows what it indicates. Its not raining anyway. Watching the terrible disasters in the wake of Hurricane Irma it ill behoves us to complain of a little rain. Macron has gone off to the island St Martin that has been all but eradicated and so avoids all the trouble caused by his fiscal reforms, though not for a moment do I suppose that is his intention.
Ate at l'Authentique last night with Richard and Eva who are off today to tidy up things in London. Back in a fortnight. They are really good managers; their new house is firmly under control. Here we are having parrot troubles. Poor Rico, the African Grey, has feet-and-beak problems and deep emotional difficulties. The books say he has to learn to trust me.


Little Puerto is in the same position, very shy and nervous. Want to get him out of his cage to give it a good scrub but not risking it yet. Tango  continues to impress with his sang froid.

DONT FORGET; this morning is the sale at Fran and Clares in aid of the Cancer Support Group.
Further dates; Vide Grenier in Esperaza in the 17th, on the 20th the cafe du Pont host the last wine festival of the season.

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