The first really hot day of the year. Cloudless skies and temperatures in the mid-20's. In the local village short sleeved shirts were the order of the day . This far south in France all the small towns are built around a central market square with deep shady arcades linking the shops. This enables you to visit all the stores without having to venture out into the noonday sun - it looks and feels more Spanish than French.Wilf and Digby enjoyed the weather and lounged languorously on the cool of the courtyard gravel. Their appetite for playing endless rounds of games also seems to have returned with the warmer weather. Wilf soon noticed that the sun had brought out the first of the lizards - he rushed around, nose to the ground, fruitlessly looking for them in the flower beds. After forty five minutes of hectic zigzaging he decided that his work was done and opted for a brief two hour doze.
The warm weather has brought out the latin in Madame Bay. She arrived at eight ,full of the joys of life , arms spread wide in greeting , 'Bonjour M'Ongoose Bonjour'. It has to be said that no one can pronounce 'bonjour' like Madame Bay - the sound starts quietly and then seamlessly escalates two octaves to end with a trilling flourish - a phonetic impossibility for monotone anglo-saxons. I noticed that the somewhat strident Sinead O'Conor cut is now growing out although hints of the 'exuberant' Manhattan colour scheme remain. Like a whirlwind of chiffoned energy she was soon pushing the hoover through the house while singing a range of French top twenty hits . The two boyz sensibly decided to remain outside.
Thank you so much for all your kind wishes for Wilfy. We shall hopefully get the biopsy results either tomorrow or over the weekend.
