Flash floods at all points south, east & west. The tennis at Roland Garros is the traditional harbinger of summer, but the reluctant sunny season is still dragging its feet over making an entry this year. Meanwhile, its been an expensive weekend chez nous. 3 football season tickets purchased (the French pair totaling less the half the English one), and one French tax return duly submitted. Done via internet, the latter task was surprisingly easy & painless.
Socially, the weekend saw a brief reunion with J&C, stopping off overnight at Lyon on the way home from their less than sun-soaked week in Provence. Jazz may have been was sorry to see them go, but I suspect next year's late spring holiday may be in Spain...
They left at 8am this morning, after another splendid (and relatively restrained, alcohol-wise) evening in our favourite local resto, the Poivre d'Ane. Rich food, a nice bottle of Faugères, and a walk home in the rain. Fortunately it's only 100 metres...
Considering we're rarely up before ten on weekend mornings, it could be said that it was our second rude awakening of the weekend. On Saturday morning we were woken at six by a loud crash from the back courtyard. Turned out to be a female neighbour from one of the adjacent buildings throwing things out of the window. A suitcase was followed by several items of clothing. Boyfriend's belongings, we suspect. However, it seems she thought, or was persuaded, better of it, because an hour or so later she & someone else were outside collecting it all up again. Just another domestic drama in Lyon...
