Wet Saturday

After yesterday’s beautiful sunny day we awoke to grey skies and rain this morning.  The Saturday market was a rather glum, damp affair but we stocked up with wine, eggs and bread from the boulangerie. There was a new stall in the market square selling oysters. They looked lovely but I will not be tempted; the last time I ate oysters I was very, very ill afterwards.

When we got home I braved the rain and picked a few ripe strawberries, I didn’t want the slugs to get to them first.  The rain stopped for a while later in the morning so I spent some time clearing out some dead, woody bits and re-planted some ice plant and Sempervivum.  Paul has been busy cutting back rosemary and cotton lavender but is hampered by the fact that his favourite secateurs have gone missing.  We have several pairs of secateurs but only one pair that are really decent.  I expect they are hiding under a pile of cuttings or on a wall somewhere in the garden.  Or perhaps Rick has buried them.

I think I drank too much red wine because I fell asleep on the sofa after lunch.  It was still raining when I woke up and Rick was demanding his afternoon walk.  I did a deal with Paul, I would take Rick out if he lit the log fire, had a cup of tea waiting for me when I got back and made dinner tonight.  Rick and I got very wet but I think I got the best part of that deal.  Eau de Wet Dog is permeating the house as I write this.