It's just as well we were up early. Madame Bay deigned to arrive, unannounced, a little after seven - an hour ahead of schedule. The perfect time to join us for a cup of coffee and have a 'wee' blether. To cope with the heat Madame Bay was wrapped in what appeared to be a 'Lady of the Lake' outfit made out of yards and yards of white net curtain material. Above it all sat a turban made from the same diaphonous fabric. It was rather like breakfasting with a cross between a well fed and cocooned Gandhi and a wraith. It seems that the 'adorable' young locum has returned to Toulouse so Madame Bay's health has reverted to its usual state - robust. I couldn't help but think that Monsieur Bay must be mightily relieved now that the cause of his wifes amatory fever has departed.
On our heat abbreviated morning walk down the lane a stranger in a white van stopped, rolled down the window and said ' Glad I'm not wearing a fur coat in this weather'. I looked blankly at him. He pointed at Wilf. "Ah, yes" I said . He chuckled. I chuckled. And then he drove off. Another sign that when it comes to dogs the French forget their aloofness.
Congratulations to the Four Seasons Resort Hotel in Vail . Here we are still in August and already they've sent out the first unsolicited e-mail of the year offering Christmas vacation packages . A picture showing snow and offering a 'Ski Free' tariff ! Where do I sign up ?