Tuesday, 2 June 2015


Our current village is operating the classic french system of making sure that on any given day at least one shop will inexplicably be shut. While my French isn't brilliant I'm fairly sure the timetable of when the bakery is open, told to me by a friendly lady in the newsagents, veered at times into a discussion of quantum mechanics.

It's mystifying that they seem to know what shop you particularly require on any given day before shutting it. I'm going to sweep the house for bugs. Talking of which, does anybody know any good mosquito deterrents? They don't respect my yellow belt in Ju Jitsu and so far I've been unable to get any of the little fuckers in a headlock.

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