AAAAAHHH!

Laddie woke Bonnie up at 5:45 this morning with an urgent toilet need. At 6:30 I was ready to take him for his walk, and he refused to go. As I needed to give one of the walkers an anniversary card, I went anyway. When I got back I was just in time for Laddie to be sick on the mat by the back door. I put some bread in the toaster and went to collect my email. The fire alarm went off - the toast, the last 2 slices of bread, had caught fire. And there was no email that needed dealing with.

So what? I am off to Aix-En-Provence on the TGV, leaving in less than an hour. I am not taking my computer, just a couple of good books, a palate desperate for Côtes du Rhône and a body in need of the sun. It is going to be fine, and in the low 70s.

Somewhere in Aix is a pavement café that is going to see an upturn in trade.