Legends from our own lunchtimes

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Rosé coloured glasses

Goodness is that the time? 

I wondered how it could be Wednesday already.  Just yesterday I'd thought I had a week to get all the mundane little jobs done and now I think I'm going to have to reshuffle the deadline if I am not to look terribly inefficient.

Yes, that's exactly what I'll do.   

I will give myself until the end of the month, or perhaps next month to get them done, so the pressure is off.    

I did polish a bit, but really, the afternoon international boules competition under the trees ashore seemed to be far more important, as did ensuring the duck fillet didn't get burnt on the barbecue.

We found ourselves agreeing with our English and American friends that despite what may be being said in the newspapers and on television,  as far as we are able to see, which admittedly is only a glimpse or two of the Burgundy hills beyond the village, there really doesn't seem too much wrong with the world at all.


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