Lunch

Good enough weather today for lunch indoors to be unthinkable.  We are in the brief part of the season where outdoor lunch can happen on the sunny (uncovered) terrace, but it was even hot enough to take off my cardie!

Earlier, TallGirl had a blood test (I'd like to say she bore it bravely, but she did not), Mr B filled the car with long bits of wood, we marketed (including a long chat with a pal I haven't seen for about a year).

After lunch, gardening for me and scurrying about for rabbits, then cutting orange segments, thickening the orange caramel sauce, and passing various tools to Mr B who was partly demolishing the terrace pergola and rebuilding it bigger and stronger and (in a few days / weeks) with a roof.  Slowly, very slowly, our outdoor kitchen is inching to completion.  

Meanwhile, our curious neighbours (I mean that in both senses: they are weird and nosey) watched every step. 

Later, we escaped for a sociable evening with Caroline and Sylvain - lots of music, singing, multilingual chat and tonight a guest appearance for tongue twisters.  And now, a cup of Ovaltine for this designated driver, and a too late night.  At some point I will stop Mr B (who was drinking for two) from playing the (grand) piano directly under TallGirl's bed.