" What can be done ? ".

This is the third night in a row that Wilf has slept solidlly all the way through . The recent problems with truncated sleep seem to be behind him. Diabetes management is undoubtedly a process of trial and error. It's not just the diet and insulin dosage. We're coming round to the view that last week he was hugely stressed by a further deterioration in his eyesight. Now that his flock is around him and he's in a firm routine he seems better able to cope with the blindness. Thankfully, through it all he maintains a ' better to light a candle than curse the darkness ' zest for life.

Madame Bay is busily hoovering upstairs. Our saintly septaguenarian readying the house for a mid-morning council of war. Another brick has fallen off the church tower. In the process it narrowily avoided the mayors secretary, who was sitting on the churchyard bench below, enjoying the sunshine. At ten thirty the mayor, the deputy mayoress, the little lady in the purple hat and the convenors of the ever feuding Village Fleuri and Beautiful Byeways committees are coming to the house for an emergency session. " What can be done M'Ongoose. What can be done ? ".

Hopefully, the deputy mayoress will bring a biscuit for Wilf. It can also be expected that the delegation will finish off the last of the chocolate Bath Olivers. I'm betting that our little get together will last two hours. 'The font' says two and a half. After all , this being France, everyone must say something at length. Twice.