Thursday

Well, it's Thursday and I just don't know where the time has gone. It's been all go here. Lizzie and her sister have been either working in the apartment or eating out. (I detect a little thickening around the girth but haven't said anything!) The temperature has plummeted so there's been a bit of a panic on the heating front. The wood burner, that had been temporarily taken out and stored in the back room so that Lizzie could have an open fire (more 'romantique' ) has been returned (with some difficulty, as it's extremely heavy) to the fireplace.

Later, and without a by your leave, I was suddenly picked up and unceremoniously dumped in the small garden room as Lizzie is going to Toulouse and she thinks I might get cold. There has been no discussion, just more 'it's getting cold' panic.......................