In traditional fashion, its a fine soft day - i.e. raining like in Ireland - though yesterday was a tad better. Here's the church half an hour before curfew.
and the pretty impasse, showing all the colours of spring. This curfew is a bummer. Le Captain is champing to get to the garden of an evening and finish planting the potatoes. So I asked at the maire if he could have an exemption certificate from curfew to get on with agricultural work.
Having ascertained that his parents are both dead so he has no excuse to visit them, they suggested he borrow a dog. You are allowed to walk a dog. Apart from that it was agreed by all that it was a pity and his best option was to get up earlier and dig in the mornings.
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