Good Friday

 -excellent Friday, actually. Lunch in St Hilaire, pretty little town where our friend Lizzie lives in splendor. She enjoys cooking:) And chooses particular wines to accompany each course. And has engaging conversation to match.

Late siesta, then rush to Mike and Hilarys house where Louise had arranged to get fish and chips for us all. There is a van outside Quillan sometimes (there is a proper schedule, I just don't know it) where you can order the proper stuff. Louise planned it all - for her, Norbert and Lucy (here for the weekend -) Hilarys son Morgan and his wife Carol plus their two children (ditto), Ann and Keiran,  me and Bob and of course for hosts Mike and Hilary. Organisational skills second to none and better fishnchips than I've had in years.

 It was decided that 13 at dinner wasn't really unlucky and that certainly seemed the case. It was a fun night which I hope will be repeated (hint hint).

TOBY is in Limoux hospital - edging her way home! Visiting hours are 11.30 to 20H.

And the coroner's report on Debs says that she died of a heart attack. Miriam is with Stan now and we can expect to hear about the cremation shortly. Much love to them and wishing Stan a speedy recovery; hope he will be able to walk again soon.