Its the weekend; apero!

For want of any other image, here's a tree that came down in the floods - by the new bridge.

As you may imagine in this time, not a lot is happening. Nevertheless; in my early evening stroll I happened across a french man on a chair outside his front door, having a glass of wine,  whilst opposite him another man lay stretched on his window sill above the road also with a glass of wine. I walked between them in the middle of the road -  Rue de la Gare, no trafffic - and said what a good idea. One of them said, well, its the weekend! Cheers!

The youff hereabouts know no bounds though. Happened across many in groups, no masks, loitering and laughing. Bah alright for some.

8a8 continues to serve, they show no fear of contagion though they are aware of the possibility. Apart from a lack of toilet paper -!- they have fresh vedg and now easter chocolate stuff.

I'm beginning to hallucinate the doorbell ringing... though one time yesterday it was real, sweet Regina with essential supplies (thanks to her and Douggie - who are well -) Also spotted Peter Gregory out shopping - he and Nel are well - and Ian of course, who continues to blossom. Jane and Zara and  I are swapping books by the bagful and discovering lots of hitherto unsuspected writers.

Hope you and yours are in sterling health, wherever you are xxx