Madame Bay is here this morning to deal with a months worth of accumulted dust. As she hoovers away Radio Nostalgie blares out songs by long forgotten French crooners . She can only spare two hours this morning . It's market day and she's promised to help her daughter Sandrine at the hair salon. Ladies hair salons are an impenetrable mystery to the male mind. What does our beturbaned septaguenarian actually do in the salon ? Operate the hair dryers ? Make coffee ? Glare from behind the reception desk ? All I can say is thank heavens last years Sinead O'Connor cut has grown out. It couldn't have been good for business.
Wilf seems to be settling back into his routine. Only one pit stop last night. This morning a sense of mischief as he raced after an unsuspecting black cat that was foolishly walking along the lane towards him. A reminder that despite the diabetes he's still a puppy inside.