Rouge amore

Who'd have thought we'd end up with a car that is a) red and b) Italian, after 18 years of (two consecutive) Peugeots? I hasten to add that it doesn't have a prancing horse logo, or even a shield: just a boring circle. But it's very, very shiny.

We've been hunting in vain for a replacement for our long-suffering car (200,000 km and counting, some of it crunching up and down unmetalled mountain roads). Our insistence on a petrol one was not helped by garage forecourts heaving with discarded diesels. So we broadened our criteria a little, resorted to the Internet, and here's the result. I got to do a lot of driving in it today: home from the garage in Narbonne, then to the hairdresser, then to Carcassonne for a meeting with choir committee members, then home.  It has much electronic wizardry to fiddle with.

The meeting went on for a long time, lubricated as usual with cake and wine. There was a lot of soul-searching ... things that have been allowed to slide need sorting out. Still, it saved me from the karaoke taking place directly under our windows for the Fête de la Musique -- it was almost over when I got home. Glass of wine on the sofa with S, before he sets off on an adventure tomorrow.

Abstract Thursday, hosted by Ingeborg (I think).