Two days of rain and not much sun have left us all feeling a bit chilly and wishing for improvement. Strange how, just like home,the weather always gets better when it's time to start work again. The young guys returned from their night out in Angouleme and we all spent the day fairly close to La Giraudiere.
After lunch, Dave and I walked down to the village in the rain. We met Geoff who had returned from his few days away and promised to visit next week. We stocked up on wine and other necessities! and trundled back to curl up with an Alexander McColl Smith book - not that I'm pining for home, but just wanted to finish it and see if I could pick up a few tips for writing my blog.
Michelle and Donnie took a turn of cooking tonight. They prepared a good old fry-up which none of us had had since leaving the UK, and Michelle maybe hadn't experienced at all - well at least not with the old " boudin noir" (black pudding to the uninitiated). Strange reaction to this delicacy. You either seem to love it or hate it and the opinion round the table was just about split down the middle.
The young people were on the move again. Celine, the French teacher had offered to drive them to a reggae and blues evening near to Angouleme and off they went to enjoy a late night bonanza of music and entertainment.
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