Friday 2nd November

The cold has got worse, then better, then a bit worse again, hovering around like some demented mosquito, always swattably out-of-reach.  Occasionally it goes quiet and you think  – ah, maybe it is the beginning of the end, but then it starts to buzz again until it is a full-blown drone.  And one of the symptoms of the blessed cold is fatigue; a tiredness that overwhelms one, when your whole body aches to rest.

A pity, as apart from feeling awful a lot of the time I am really quite enjoying zee ‘oliday.  Most of the jobs in the house are either completed or can only be done in the warmer weather, such as painting exterior doors and windows.

We have just been to the market, and bought cheese and cakes and a few tins of charcuterie for Christmas presents, and to the big Supermarket just outside Miramont for a case of wine (a present) and a few bottles for us.

The weather is deteriorating a bit and we now have rain all day.  The holiday will soon be over, but it won’t be long at all before we are out here again.  Our long French holiday has a nasty habit of being interrupted by a few weeks of work here and there.

So, tired but happy – I leave you pour ce moment.