Sunday afternoon

Nadine had a word with me a couple of weeks ago (in the nicest possible way of course) but I got the distinct impression that it is not the done thing to be working on Sunday afternoons - in particular doing noisey jobs like cutting the grass. So we now abide by the rules but it is a nuisance, because pensioners do not do things at weekends; why would they choose to be out on the road with "all them others"?

This weekend is The Fete de St Jean in Gourdon with lots of activities, so we thought we would take our Sunday constitutional and see what was going on. Not too much as it was the middle of the afternoon, when any self respecting French person is having a rest. However a visiting Basque Brass Band were playing, although I don't know how, because they would play a phrase and then have "a drag on their fag", yes nearly every player.

The Fair was set up down the street, just like in King's Lynn, although there were lots of the same stalls; how do they all make a living? There were several stalls selling "Daddy's Beard", candy floss to you, but not just pink, all different flavours. A lot of men were running around in tutus but I dont know why.

A huge stage had been set up for a big band concert tonight - very professional looking but things don't start until about nine o'clock here and we haven't mustered the stamina yet for these soirees.

When we arrived home the EU flag had been hoisted over our pigsty, not sure by whom!

But as dutiful European Citizens we've left it flying!