A good morning spent christening tyres in the supermarket carpark. Wilf quickly sloughs off his lethargy when a world of fence posts, lamp standards and trolley bays is unveiled. However, it's fast dawning on us that a twenty minute drive to the local industrial park in order to avoid ticks is the height of lunacy. Short of confining him to the house we'll have to find a working balance. Frontline every three weeks (rather than four) and a new tick collar every month seem to be the solution. Finger tip checks are a given but they don't work if the tick bites, transmits the infection and then moves off again.
The posters for the concert have been printed. This morning 'the font' dropped 80 of them off at the town hall. Considering the church will hold a maximum of 200, and the village population is 65 ( including us) the ratio of posters to potential audience seems to border on overkill. In order to prevent the floral village and the beautiful byeways committees from laying claim to the proceeds we have added a line at the bottom ' toutes les recettes seront reversees pour la restauration de l'horloge de l'eglise'.
I'm off to a wet and miserable Amsterdam to give a speech so Wilf is set to discover the joys of the Toulouse airport carpark with 'the font'. More tyre christening therapy is on the cards.