An interruption.

The Dell computer gives up the ghost. The delightful young lady at the help desk tries to sort it out but after forty five minutes of telling me which buttons to press finally says its clinically dead. ' It is four years old ' she says in a tone of voice that makes it quite clear that spare parts are no longer produced.

It is impossible to order a replacement with an English keyboard. For delivery to a French address a QWERTY keyboard is 'out of policy'. People, apparently, really do speak like that. There is no arguing with 'out of policy'.

Until a replacement can be sourced blog posts over the next few days may be less regular than usual. 

Bob and Sophie are in fine form. These are days for dozing, playing savage your brother and generally chilling out.

Tonight there is a 'Cinema in the Open Air' showing of a classic French comedy on the plastered wall of the Salle des Fetes. The mayor and The Old Farmer have strung a web of power cables across the car park to the projector mounted on the cemetery wall. It is also International Week of the Horse borne Pilgrim. This explains why there are horses everywhere. 'The Font' says thousands. Angus would settle for hundreds. Whatever the number you have to be careful where you walk. Very careful.

Normal service will be resumed asap. After dinner the PONs have some coconut ice cream to cool them down. Life is good.