The workmen arrived at seven. Wilf just had time to bark at them in a suitably proprietorial manner before being loaded into the back of the car and driven into town. With the Easter vacationers gone the cheerful beer and absinthe crowd were back at their tables under the arches . A chorus of ' Bonjour Wilfees ' from them and the usual polite refusal of pre-breakfast beer offers by me. While Wilf nestled under the table with a bowl of water, yours truly went a bought strawberries and bread from the stalls in the marketplace. Off then to the vets to pick up another box of syringes for the old fellows insulin injections. A wonderful dog, half Alsatian, half Briard in the waiting room. The hastily snatched photo doesn't do justice to the beauty and happiness of her face. Back home to find Madame Bay leaving. " Far too dirty for me to clean. I'll come back when they've gone " snapped our saintly cleaning lady from under a layer of lime green chiffon. There must be some logic in that statement somewhere.