Soup

Early start. Too early. Living with a student (Mr B) is tiring...CarbBoy off to his tutor this morning, after enough antihistamine to cope with her dog plus 8 cats. Meanwhile I shopped (paraffin, rug, small iron lizard).

Home for lunch, and some research on the next step in frenchifying the car. All set to copy the documents and head off to the tax office in Castres, open on Thursday afternoons, I realised it was Wednesday, not Thursday. So I felt like I'd been gifted an extra day, and spent it in the sunshine clearing the flower (weed) beds. Later, TallGirl had to be told off by MrB, so I redirected her into very physical work: raking all the sodden mass of leaves off the drive before they turn into soil and get even slippier. This, along with lots of chat that was non-judgemental and all about her, brought her back to the house in a much better mood.

And the driveway looks great!

Dinner and then soup underway for tomorrow to the tune of the Archers. Even later, more career research - all of which seems to lead to scary exams.