And hopefully that has you humming a hit by the Monkees! Except this isn't status symbol land.
Today is supposed to be the last yukky day for a while - I hope so as it really does get monotonous and as we are nearly at the end of week 7 of lockdown, it is just that bit harder. The NCIS rolling repeats are ones I've seen for the last 4 Sundays I think, radio palls after a while and however often I look at seedlings, they haven't done anything miraculous, but I have got wet looking at them.
There was a bit of a queue at the boulangerie this morning, so I took the opportunity to photograph the church from an angle I often see but rarely notice, if you see what I mean. it is an historic monument, but at times when I look at it, I do wonder if it isn't about to fall down. When we first moved here, the bells sounded the half hour, and twice on the hour, two minutes apart, with wild peels at 6:30 am and 7:30pm, and marking the hour all through the night. Someone has complained, and now they only go on the half hour and on the hour (and once only) between 6:30am and 11pm. I find this sad - the original was more authentic, but I guess some townies moved in and decided it wasn't good for the children or something.
This afternoon I went for a walk on my own to get a bit of exercise - the ounces are building up and we have roast pork for dinner. There is a circuit I do, I could add perhaps another 500 metres to it, but haven't yet. It takes about 45 minutes and takes me out into the country, before coming back along the repurposed railway line towards Baugé, and cutting back down to the village via the Pont de Godot (where you can wait...). There is some uncertainty as to whether the Voie Verte is an authorised route, but when I was on it today, I was on my own apart from many small brown birds.
Truth be told, we are feeling rather flat - and I am pretty sure that is weather related. If the sun is shining, we can sit in the garden and ignore the paperwork that needs to be done, the cleaning that needs to be done and all the other household chores. But with a rain shower every 20 minutes or so, you feel like you have to attack business accounts or, worse than that, the French tax return. Poirot is good at reflecting our mood.
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