Cold (barely 16C), wet and gloomy. Last night we watched TV wrapped up in a blanket & this morning I'm contemplating turning the heating back on. The calendar must be lying - it's not really June yet, is it? Ironically the north of France had one of the warmest Mays (albeit also one of the wettest) on record, but you wouldn't have known it further south, where we've had almost a month of unbroken cool, cloudy, damp weather. And no end in sight yet...
Mixed forecast for this weekend, but we'll try our best to ignore the weather. La bienheureuse is taking me on a magical mystery trip in celebration (or perhaps more strictly speaking, in anticipation) of my reaching the 11th semi-perfect age. All I've managed to extract is that it's somewhere in a 2 hour semicircle to the east of Lyon...
