Revenues at home

@Home again, Zooey est scandalisée, elle dort entre mes bras devant mon MacBook  et j'ose la réveiller --  bientôt nous partirons prendre un train pour nous enterrer dans une bergerie dans  la France profonde: deux chaines de télé, se doucher dans un pré, pas d'internet,  travail au potager même mon portable ne fonctionnera pas. La paix et une très bonne table, le berger y veillera.

Une voiture pour descendre au village voir les deux copines rigolottes ... you guys, you know what it's like up there - it's not exactly Cannes,  Ile de Ré or Biarritz, but I will be SAFE, Hervé still has his machete next to the front door and Nora, Boule and Mozart will valiantly defend me when I'm alone in the bergerie -- let's just hope they won't eat Zooey for breakfast or think she's a rat! As you can see I DID NOT stuff myself with chocolates and cookies and pies during my week in Biarritz -- not to worry  -- you won't hear from me until the end of August, if anything comes up or if you'd like to say hello, use the landline, the berger never lugs his cell around with him and my cell doesn't work up there.

A few pics of Biarritz, nothing has changed since Steven was there with Audrey, the hortentias look wilted, it's been too hot for a spell.

Take care.

PS
I only spent one day on the beach ... too crowded ... used my umbrella just like all the Japanese and Chinese  women do, mine was purple ... wall-to-wall people and hot as hell.