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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…

I had the best night’s sleep last night. Was it due to the fact that I got up at half five yesterday morning? Was it the 6km walk through the vineyards?

As you know I’ve been extremely slack when it comes to exercise during the lock-down. Despite promising myself I would do something every day,

We ventured into Tours today for the first time since the lock-down. Two things felt strange, firstly, being together in the car.

Putting together my educational wine notes this morning for the Montdomaine Guided Tasting case. The history & provenance of grape varieties is interesting.

So it’s going well in Paris then. Hundreds of people flocking in the early evening sun last night for an apéro along the banks of the Canal St Martin.

So this is it! We have more freedom as from today. The skies are heavy, it’s cold and it’s raining. Is this nature’s way of telling us to beware?

Apart from some bright flashes of light during the night, the storm didn’t materialise. Maybe today. Déconfinement minus one.

Lock-down uniform on. Baguettes are on the agenda this morning. This could be a very big mistake. We will see. They’re a surprise for Nigel.

The 8th of May. The day we commemorate 75 years since the end of the Second World War. In normal times there would be a ceremony in Paris.

Up early. Tea downstairs in the ‘big red’ (as my dressing gown is affectionately known). Sourdough in the oven. Back upstairs to get dressed.