Cupboard love

The hens rush up to the terrace whenever we set foot outside. We say it’s because they love us, but really we know the truth.

Long work day after a terrible night’s sleep. Woken at 8am by Mr B smashing up bricks in the hall. I have no idea why. Then some HMRC stuff to deal with, where yet again we have been shafted. Taxes may be higher in France - but at least they’re transparent.

Raining most of the day, but sunny this evening.