Do you remember when I broke my leg in the Dordogne?

A fine morning of writing and ironing, before M&A arrived with the Sunday Times which we pawed over while pouring aperitifs. There followed a delightful al fresco meal of homemade soup, salad, marinated salmon, prawns, chicken and ham and some delicious tarts courtesy of L’Enfance de Lard.

It was time for Wino Jo to leave the country, so we wrestled the half-full wine glass from her vicelike grip and bundled her off to the airport. Ryan Air insist you check in two hours before the flight, but thankfully there is a pleasant bar and you can sit and watch the planes come and go. At 5.40pm we watched the RyanAir flight take-off, waving manically as it banked, turned and eventually turned into a tiny black speck and then vanished from our view. Immediately sales of rosé across the region plummeted and the French wine industry went into a nosedive.

We returned to the restaurant to wait for André’s return from the hospital where he had been for an x-ray. Thankfully no bones broken – just a tiny (though painful and debilitating) fracture. Feeling hungry we drove to Eymet for an Italian meal, for which we were joined by some friends of M&A. It transpired I had ordered ravioli with nettles. Delicious!

Well, the last few days have been a bit of a whirlwind and I am ready to get back into my daily writing routine, especially now I am armed with plenty of new material!