Today we picked kilos of tomatoes, aubergines, courgettes, plums and blackberries. Tomorrow we'll make jam and ratatouille. The latter for the freezer and winter and the plums for jam for the guests' breakfasts. Three eggs from our hens today. One hen is broody and the others just can't be bothered.
It rained this evening for the first time in three months - lovely for us but rotten for the tourists and wine-makers. Our friend Hans who makes wonderful wines at Domaine Bourdic says any rain now will be too late and could just burst all the grapes - which would be a disaster for them and the region. Let's hope not.
About Me
- Le Couvent - www.roujan.com
- Take me somewhere warm and friendly where I can stop - stop and stay for a while in a big, pumpkin-coloured room, a chambre d'hote where I don't have to wake up until noon. Does it exist? Come on, of course they do, hotels, houses to rent, chambres d'hotes in the south of France where I can check in for bed and breakfast and stay a few days and it's alright and I can get up at noon and smell the lavender and walk through the vineyards and dip my toes in the Mediterranean and, and I could lie on the beach and read. I could read French books, I know my French is rubbish but even I could read Agatha Christie in French, Something old-fashioned. Sort of Deauville or Provence. The tube jerks off. Outside the windows are dark curved walls with thickly-coated horizontal tube maps of wires moving by. Passing by slowly, I give you that, but definitely moving. "Thank God, not today then. Yes. No. Oh God. We've stopped again. Why don't they tell us what's happening. They do quite a lot now about all sorts of things. Not really important things of course. If they don't say anything it means it's bad. Or they're too busy I suppose. How busy? How bad? Okay, don't go there. Go back.
No comments:
Post a Comment