All Good Things ...

Jill's last day and it started with a trip into Céret on the bus. Had a wander around visiting the church and the Place de Neuf Jets before having a coffee. Had another coffee on our return at the bar so Jill could listen to the fountain and gaze out on the square one last time.
After lunch, while I caught up with the blog so that she could take the latest instalment to Mum, Jill did sterling work hanging some curtains and cutting down the wide trousers that I kept falling over last year. What a treasure she is; what a slave driver am I.
And so the time came to meet Françoise for the trip to the airport where we killed time by having  a cuppa. Our fond farewells were sad ones but I know Jill will be glad to get home in time for the imminent birth of her latest grandchild. She's promised that whatever happens she'll come back and visit next year which will be a real pleasure. Can't tell you how good it was to have some "real" sister time after all these years.

This evening I didn't have time to sit home and mope as I went with Nancy, Yasmin and Nicole to the nocturnal market. Nothing much of interest to tempt a purchase so we settled for a drink at one of the bars where jazz was being played.
Weather:
32°, overcast start, sun and a rain shower in the afternoon. Apparently the village experienced a few minutes of a strong turbulent wind that sent things flying. Chez moi it blew my heavy bedroom curtain with such force that it pushed the curtain rail out of one of its fixings leaving a bit of cosmetic plastering to be done. There's always something.