Listen very carefully. I shall say this only once.

Phew! I’m back in the driving seat again.

Despite the previous evening’s activities we rose at 9am and headed off to explore the Saturday market once more. At this time we were unaware of André’s spectacular acrobatic feats on the stairs just a couple of hours earlier, so we were slightly confused when nobody answered the door at L’Enfance de Lard when we called by as previously arranged. We carried on regardless poking round the market - me marvelling at the sights and colourfulness of it all – and then noticing the lack of colour in Jo who was looking and feeling a little queasy. We made an emergency dash to a café for a caffeine injection and then circumnavigated the market once more, buying fresh raspberries and strawberries before returning to the house (and Jo retiring to her bed). I got on with my washing and some writing (not at the same time, obviously). It wasn't until later in the afternoon that we learned of André’s misfortunes, so I went round to inspect his injuries. Oh dear…with one hand out of action and a swollen wrist we wondered if the restaurant, famous for it’s ‘slow food served well’ would have to change the catchphrase to ‘slow food served even slower’.

We went to pick up a hire car but even this became complicated when we found the office unattended. It later materialised that we had to collect the car from the train station when the office is closed, so that involved a further journey and hanging around in a slow-moving queue in the ticket office.

Back to the house and it was my turn to cook again. I rustled up a tasty meal and then we settled down for a quiet evening with some episodes of ‘’Allo Allo!’ which were far funnier than I ever remember them being – or was that just the effect of the red wine?