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  • Day Two

    The sun has disappeared today which is a bit of a relief because it was definitely too hot yesterday. The woodpecker is feeding my cherries to her babies, which appear to be in a tree in my wood, but further investigation is required to establish which one.

    In further news, I have found the adaptor, and in further further news I have sorted out the kitchen,written 2000 words of the novel and, when the sun came out in the afternoon, sunbathed naked in my garden (invisibly in the long grass.)

    This evening I have been to fish and chip night in the English bar in Gouex. I met lots of English people, none of whom I want particularly to meet again, they are mostly extremely dull, though not Charles the former lecturer on architecture and journalist and writer who has now sadly retreated into dementia. Some of the French people seem like characters though, the baker with his white, floury legs in shorts and Guy, Charles’s French partner who looks after him with loving care.

    Rather alarmingly the hapless swain reappeared and barged straight into the house demanding that I kiss him. He is called Laurent and I tried the grand-mere line but it had minimal effect. He recoiled slightly but then said that it didn’t worry him as he was so keen on my tattoo. He knelt at my feet and rolled up my trouser leg as he said this.

    Honestly I could have him on any number of charges in England (sexual assault, trespass, blatant lying) but here one is not sure of the etiquette. Oh dear, why is life so complicated when one is nice to people? It’s so much easier if one is horrid. I’m not horrid enough.

    The sun has gone down now and I am thinking about bedtime…
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