grubbing around the base of the war memorial. The sky roseate in the morning sun. One of those mornings which whispers ' summers nearly here '.
Home to find the shutters open and duvets hanging from every window. Madame Bay is ' airing ' the house. This is being done to Radio Nostalgie and the jaunty lyrics of ' I never promised you a rose garden '. The sort of tune that , once you hear it, has you humming it all day long. Madame Bay doesn't know the words to the song but that doesn't stop here from singing along enthusiastically. " Ey nahvah romis tyew bose gah-haddin ".
Off with Wilf to the supermarket to escape the hullabaloo. Pick up a strawberry flan for lunch. Ten minutes in the wine section unearths a 2005 Margaux. . On the way out spot the 'Great Britain' display. HP sauce, pot noodles, Dr.Peppers and Heinz baked beans. No wonder the French despair of us. A mysterious product - Marshmallow Fluff. What is it ? Must be American.