Dinner for One? (Sally) - 5th July

Andy ‘phoned whilst I was lying in bed. I was awake and it was 08:00 Looking forward to being reunited in just over twenty-four hours.

Wasn’t going to but went and bought some fresh bread and a croissant. I could have said a cheeky croissant, but I hate that expression (describing something you quite obviously want to eat/drink and justify your action by saying it is cheeky.). Then again, I could say I treated myself to a naughty croissant.

Down to some work. I put my boiler suit on, tied it around the waist and paired it with a t-shirt. After sanding walls, once more I realise why they are called boiler suits. I also have an idea of what a boil in the bag kipper feels like. Hopefully I don’t smell like a kipper. The eye goggles keep misting up and makes sweat run down my nose. Sorry, not a nice picture. Why should I be the only one suffering?

I did tell my ex-colleagues that if it is too hot, I would shut the shutters and work in my underwear. See, they also have a vivid parting picture of me. Again, why should I be the only one suffering.

After lunch - fantastic bread and Brie de Meaux. Followed by a juicy peach.

More sanding. By now I was very warm (understatement). I spent ages cleaning up the mess I had made and then a nice shower. As opposed to a nasty shower. Bit like when you offer someone a nice cup of tea, or coffee. Why would you offer them a nasty/not nice drink?

I read there was going to be a fete by the papetiere, it mentioned food for sale, so I pictured a farmers' market along with food you could eat whilst there. It said starting at five, allowing for French time, I was there at six. Not many food stalls, perhaps the heat deterred them, or they were keeping it in their cold vans. I only saw our local boulangerie, ice cream, blueberries and snails - although these looked as though they were a paste.

I had a nose in the big barn, nothing in there. A lady looked as though she was just setting up some kind of eatery. A few folk were sitting at tables, but not very protected from the sun. This was next to a stage that was also just being set up.

I didn’t feel like sitting at a table and feeling like a spare part, so decided to go home. I have no idea what time it was supposed to start/finish. A few more people were arriving as I left. If Andy and the Bates (daughter's family) were with me I might have stuck it out a while longer. Serena (granddaughter) would have enjoyed the ice cream. I have no idea if she would have liked l’escargot?

The town thermometer read 36.6 no wonder I was hot and this was in the evening.

An uneventful end to a very sweaty day.