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We arrived back home on Wednesday.  Mike had worked really hard at cleaning the house to wecome me back and it did look good.  But has anyone else noticed that when men do cleaning they want you to know exactly what they have done.  He pointed out quite a lot of it the night we got home from Paris when we were both very tired.  But on Thursday morning, when he was half asleep he said, in a small voice from the bedclothes, “And I’ve cleaned the kitchen sink and the bathroom”. Then about half an hour later when he was more awake he said, “And I cleaned the bathroom scales”.  This time he spoke in a stronger voice and I must say that the bathroom scales are wonderfully clean. 

It was the lunch club on Thursday.  This is a monthly event, usually among local English, though the French are welcome too.  We take it in turns to choose a restaurant, go there en masse, eat and socialise.  I’ve been organising it for nearly four years and now Mike Wood is taking over, which I’m glad about.  There wasn’t actually that much organising involved but I did have to make sure that someone was choosing  the venue each month and step in and choose something myself if I couldn’t find anyone else willing.   Thursday, at Le Rustic in Excideuil, was a really good tempered kind of lunch with everyone talking to each other and getting on. 

Apart from that, I was  washing and ironing most of Thursday and part of Friday.    It’s the first time I’ve picked up an iron for over five weeks.  I was managing beautifully in South Africa by hand washing stuff every day, letting it dry on the line and convincing myself it didn’t need ironing – but mostly it didn’t.  It seems to be easier for clothes to dry uncreased if they haven’t been through a washer or a spinner.