A new craze is sweeping Roujan (yep, that takes about three and a half minutes). Unprecedented numbers of tap shoes have arrived by post from Bloch's in London - goodness knows what they think about this rush of sales from the south of France.
Each week a group of women and a couple of blokes clatter along for two hours of hysterical laughter, a great deal of concentration and noise and precious little progress. Or so Ali tells me. I don't go, I prefer hearing the stories. But it does all sound huge fun. Ali feels she should practise more than the five minutes she usually manages just before the session. Right now she's doing the ironing whilst practising her shuffling.
To all the lovely kind people who've phoned or written to ask if we survived the storms over the past couple of days - we did. Thank you. Our only catastrophe was the loss of the lid from one of our water storage tanks at the vegetable garden in the vineyards. We presume it must have hurtled off into the unknown like a giant frisbee at the height of the gales. It's probably leaning on the side of a Pyrenee as I write.
Thankfully it was glorious yesterday as you'll see here .
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The tap dancing sounds like fun! Your comment on the influx of shoe orders from the South of France reminds me of a commercial they are showing over here. I forget the company (some sort of communications company I believe), but they show an appliance store who is selling loads of washing machines in a region of India. They send a rep over to investigate and he discovers that all the little cafes are using them to mix up drinks...as in a giant blender! And tap dancing while ironing...a true multi-tasker!