The Ghost and Mrs.Muir

A good day. A really good day. Wilf had a full, uninterrupted, nights sleep. The insulin already having the desired effect. He woke refreshed and in a party mood. That old sheepdog philosophy " When your ship comes in makes sure you are willing to unload it " evident in his playful mood. We stop the car and watch as a herd of deer stream across the road in front of us. Twenty of them silhouetted against the morning skyline.

Our arrival at the cafe under the arcades met by a more than usually robust 'Bonjour Vilfee' from the early morning revellers. The friendly waitress in the flashing 'Bon Noel' apron being rewarded with Wilfs best ' I love you. I really do ' look in return for the end piece from a croissant.

Home from the bakers for the breakfast feeding frenzy. Madame Bay was bustling around laughing uproariously. Me thinks she rather enjoys youthful company. Our saintly cleaning lady has returned sporting a new hair do. Thankfully, more conservative than last years red Sinead O'Conor buzz cut. Does anyone remember the old television series ' The Ghost and Mrs. Muir ?' Something implausible to do with a widow and the spirit of an old lighthouse keeper. Imagine the leading lady with the palest of pale blue rinses - then think of Madame Bay. 'The font' thinks that either the 50's look is back in fashion or it must have been an Upper East Side salon.