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Up bright and early today. A girls’ lunch is on the menu which will be nice. It’ll be the first time I’ve seen one or two since the lockdown in March.

Off to Tours this morning to replenish the cheese and collect paint. Our decorating endeavours came to a temporary halt a few weeks ago.

Those wretched squirrels are still at it in the attic. We spent a couple of hours lying awake last night alongside the cat, all three of us looking up.

Another week begins and I start the day by making a batch of raison scones. Just four ingredients – flour, cream, lemonade and raisins. How easy is that?

After the trauma of being breathalysed last night I woke up bright and early and enjoyed an hour listening to the birds with a large cup of tea.

Soft persistent rain woke me up this morning. That and the blackbird singing, perched in his usual spot on the aerial of our neighour’s house.

You know when you wake up in the morning and already can’t wait for bedtime again? That was me this morning. A large cup of tea – and back to bed.

Nigel had a dream last night. A nightmare in fact. Sandwiches were not allowed anymore. They were forbidden. Can you imagine? No sandwiches?

Wow! Vines in the Loire valley are in flower. The Cabernet Franc at Domaine de la Noblaie in the Chinon appellation is off and raring to go.

Bad news from the UK. The vineyard where Nigel worked before we moved to France suffered terrible frost damage a few nights ago. 90-100% damage.

I have a lovely complexion apparently. At least that’s what my mother keeps telling me every time we talk on FaceTime. It’s a little bit embarrassing.

It’s a brioche Jim, but not as we know it! Star Trek fans will know what I mean. It’s delicious, it looks great, and there are yummy chewy bits but…