Too hot to go to the market, we contented ourselves with a drink in the bar and found Jean-Louis in a grubby tee-shirt, underpants and barefeet. Things apparently are not good in the Garden of Eden and he's sleeping above the bar. Gave him a listening ear, visited his lodgings and persuaded him to put some trousers on: the bunny boy outfit was his idea. All this social working deserved a treat so we went to the restaurant for tapas where Michel joined us for a drink and invited us to his place for ice cream.
Took a walk down to the garden to get rid of a couple of buckets of ashes and to bring up some compost. Yes, I'm still a not-very-proud part owner of what we dreamed of being our garden of eden but as we all know .... wisfful thinking just 'aint enough!
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