Le Couvent Diary

I'm just waiting for guests to come to breakfast on this, the first day of autumn. The skies are rather grey and there's a brisk breeze blowing. It's not particularly cold; I went to buy the bread at 6.40 in the usual single-layer summer garb.

After breakfast I have to clean the pool. To be frank the water's decidedly nippy and I guess only the hardiest of guests will venture into the pool, but I'll clean it because it looks so inviting when it's glassy. In any case the sun is due back out for the rest of this week, with temperatures forecast at 27 degrees.

Ali's been in England since Friday and is due back this afternoon. She's currently driving my late step-father's ancient VW Golf laden with a Sainsbury's order. My mother wanted the car to go and it's worth nothing in the UK, so we'll have it here in Roujan where we can share it around. Finally, a car with no dog hairs. Curiously, it's probably worth thousands here if this example is anything to go by. It's a year older - 1992 - and a mere 2000 euros.