The village Christmas fair.

A beautiful clear blue sky greeted me when I flung open the curtains this morning - a wonderful start to the day and quite a change from yesterdays drizzle. Over breakfast I suggested to 'the font' that we make the most of the fine weather and go into the centre of Toulouse for some sightseeing and a spot of lunch. Simply impossible. I was reminded that today is the day of the village Christmas fair and that Madame Bay is organizing the bakery stall. Gentle readers you may well wonder , as I do, how a village that boasts eight houses, a speed bump, a war memorial, two cows, a church, and ten street lamps can hold a Christmas fair. You might be even more puzzled to learn that it starts at at lunchtime and is planned to finish at ten this evening. Just how long can it take Madame Bay to unload her heavily armagnac laced tarte tatins and apple clafoutis? Apart from Madame Bay with her bakery stall what else could be competing for our attention between lunch and the evening hours? A full update will be provided tomorrow together with pictures. I somehow have the feeling that alcohol is going to be involved although sadly not the bottle of St.Estephe I had planned to savour over lunch in the Cafe de l'Opera in Toulouse.

Digby's joints are still giving him grief . 'The font' managed to entice him into the kitchen with the promise of a piece of croissant while Wilf was quickly harnessed up and taken out of the front door by me for a long walk. Oh the duplicity one learns as dog owners ! It didn't take Digby long to discover that his brother had absconded with me and the yaps of frustration could be heard following us down the road. He is now sulking on his bed in the kitchen, back turned as a sign of his extreme displeasure. Wilf is just happy.