Welcome to the attic of my mind. Mind the stairs, click the light on and have a rummage around my thoughts on writing, the art of everything second-hand, the natural world, music . . . just about everything. Probably not much about sport.
Sunday, 12 February 2012
Yes, one would like a glass of Blanquette.
If you were in Limoux yesterday morning, you might have glimpsed the royal personage opening the olympic games,(Les Droles version.)
God, it was cold . . . about -4 in the morning and I was dressed in light sportswear. Going up to a balmy -1 for the 5.00 p.m sortie, and -6 or 7, with severe wind chill for the last tour. Vast quantities of pastis, blanquette and hot chocolate consumed in order to keep warm. Quiet day of creeping about in nasty pyjamas today.
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