It is 6 pm and totally dark outside. The weather is more agreeable, i.e. not too cold but rain drizzles continually which is OK as I am mostly indoors. Tomorrow is the first day of November, also All Saints' Day in the Catholic calendar and a public holiday for all. This morning I saw prune-stuffed pork loin in the market, it'll be perfect for lunch tomorrow. The roasting juices will go well with bread and we can then finish with aged Comté and maybe break out the new straw box of Vacherin Mont D'or.
And then I really need to knuckle down and sew. Because the binding for Mummy's giant green quilt needs to be attached by mid month or we'll never finish on time for our trip home next month. Therefore posting will be a bit erratic.
In the meantime, I am pleased to report that I've acquired a good habit. Eating breakfast. It's trivial news but important to me because I now have the time to enjoy breakfast. In the past it was always too hot, or there was simply no time, or nothing suitable to eat. Here, the tummy's adjusted to the French lunch hour of 1.00 pm or later, made possible with a little base of something nutritious and sustaining like fruits, oatmeal, bits of cheese, toast or something sweet. Please enjoy the pictures that appears in this (newly learned) pictobrowser:
