Some Minutiae

What do you want to do today?

Nothing.

And so we did nothing. Much.

The day started like this one. Me up first, classical music on the radio, coffee made, and clickity-click-click on the MacBook.

The tools of the trade

When she woke from the sleep of the dead we meandered out into the garden and had a smoke and lamented that we weren't in Versailles being served.

Even if we do nothing at some point we need to go get bread and butter.

Bread of the traditional baguette variety and butter have become staples in our diet. We usually buy two; one for the evening nibbles and the other for breakfast.

Okay, but that's a problem for later.

I have to find out where the hell our trash goes.

There was some vague instructions left by our host about a green door at the end of our corridor being where we go to take our trash. Problem is, there is no green door. We have a door-woman, allegedly, who speaks English. Problem with that is that she is NEVER AROUND. So I have two small bags of garbage in the kitchen…