We've just been woken up to the sound of workmen fitting a hose pipe to our outside tap. The construction (as opposed to the destruction) has begun. That we did not hear them arrive is testimony to the after-effects of local wines... Robert and Gilles have introduced themselves to us and immediately got to work on this grey, but dry, day. Rebuilding the wall demolished last week will be an early job. We're so excited!
Georges, our neighbour, continues to bring us welcome supplies of fresh eggs. The yolks are so intensely yellow, that Yorkshire puddings made by Di last night looked like she'd added a dollop of turmeric.
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