It's raining again this morning. Meteo France says this is set to be the coldest and wettest May in 200 years.
Madame Bay arrives seeking 'advice'. Nadine, her hairdresser daughter, is thinking of moving the salon to new premises closer to the market square. '' She's a Sagittarian " say Madame Bay to ' the font '. Our saintly septuagenarian still oblivious to the finer differences between astronomy and astrology .
Off to into town for our morning sliver of croissant at the cafe under the arcades. When we return the house awash with even more rose filled vases . Pink everywhere. The Barbie look replaced by the Barbie on amphetamines look. Madame Bays signature style.
The leaves of one of the trees in the garden covered with small red growths. We think it might be some form of insect infestation. In the hedgerows more of the wild gladioli are appearing.
Bob and Sophie are happy. Rain + Mud = Gloop. Gloop = Joy. Bob learns to eat roses straight from the bush.