Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day

It is absolutely freezing…but sunny, and Issigeac beckoned. We spent an hour wandering around the charming little streets looking for potential scenes for painting parents. On to Leclerc for a shop of spotting, petrol (for the car of course) then home for lunch.

Time for M&D to jet home, and so off we went to the airport. Michael met me there and we enjoyed a few beverages until I was convinced they had got on the plane. Home to sort my head out, then off to Moiselle’s ‘coming out’ party at the restaurant.

There must have been nearly thirty people and one very tiny little black dog scampering around amidst all the frivolity. M&A put on a marvellous spread, then the floor was cleared for dancing. How much detail do you want? For those of you reading this who have experienced it, you’ll know that there’s something about that place that makes people dance…and dance we did. We rocked right around the bloody clock. I remember that…then it all goes blank. Possibly just as well!