En route to the airport we stopped off at a little church which had the most stunning 15th century wood carvings in the chancel. Sometimes the sheer richness and joy of French culture hits you in the face.
'The font' safely off on the 737 to Sweden it was time to go shopping. In all the newsagents windows copies of Tony Blairs memoirs or memoires. The French have apparently been enthusiastic buyers of the book, possibly because he has said some laudatory things about Presidents Chirac and Sarkozy. Onto the hardware store for paint brushes. I have promised 'the font' that the hallway from the new downstairs kitchen to the terrace will be painted and finished by close of business on Friday. In that strange desolate area at the back of the store ( all hardware stores across the globe have them ) a collection of barbecues. Whereas much of the world is happy to use a Weber barbecue the French and sundry other Europeans prefer hideous concrete and breeze block constructions .
Home , with the paint brushes , in time for forty minutes of rugby with Wilf. Today the painting begins.