Local wine

Mr B famously does not like local (Gaillac) wine. We received a box of wine as a present, and this was one of the bottles - so I am to seek out more of the same.

Gardener here this morning. Meanwhile I slogged away in the icebox office, though since it is too hot to work outside just now, that’s no longer such a hardship.

The early evening saw me plunge into French bureaucracy with a flurry of on-line applications and filings. More, much more, of that to come over the next few weeks.

Later, pizza, wine and a movie.

In other news, the hedgehog house arrived. May blip that once it is in situ.