Butter wouldn't melt ...

Well, what do you expect? Since you abandoned me, I had to forage for myself. That's why you found the scattered remains of a pigeon in the larder. I ate most of it, but I kept the feet for you.

As always, Mystère was very pleased to see us. We had a scenic drive home through the Pyrenees, and made a small detour to have lunch in in the Italian restaurant in Lannemezan that we liked last year. I daren't weigh myself, I'll get back on the programme tomorrow ... dinner today was again a  giant tomato (bought in Ainsa) chopped up with onion, salt, and olive oil.