I happened to mention last week that we'd probably seen the last of the rain for the year. Wrong, it poured with rain this morning. Not just your pathetic drizzle but the mother and father of all storms. The dogs, who are not normally too bothered about thunder, jumped out of their skins (along with me and Jan) at a thunder clap that literally shook the house. Powerful stuff. By mid afternoon the sun was out and things got back to normal-ish.
Our visitors, Mary and Bob, friends of Jan's from way back, headed out for a little sightseeing. Rather them than me!
Our local paper is the Midi Libre. Anyway, Mary brought one back with her tonight. She had picked it up in Intermarché, er literally, because she she had seen them in a pile near a counter and noticed the word Libre. She thought that it was a 'free' paper. We expect the police to descend anytime!
Our visitors, Mary and Bob, friends of Jan's from way back, headed out for a little sightseeing. Rather them than me!
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Our local paper is the Midi Libre. Anyway, Mary brought one back with her tonight. She had picked it up in Intermarché, er literally, because she she had seen them in a pile near a counter and noticed the word Libre. She thought that it was a 'free' paper. We expect the police to descend anytime!
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