Sunday afternoon

 The mornings can be a little grey but they blossom... well, so far. None
of us know what's in store.

John playing an invisible clavichord

Lizzie and I had lunch (from Ruben) yesterday and Rushton popped in, followed by some entertaining Australians.  Lovely afternoon :)

Missed the vide grenier (everyone said it was merde, dealers and crottes), missed the harp festival, caught the market - life is good.

Frantically burying the bodies now, Bob due back tomorrow.