There is a whip snake living next to the terrace. I dont usually see it, because whipsnakes are very shy and very fast (their speed is the reason for the name), but a few days ago it was napping on the warm tiles of the terrace. It has been named Monsieur Etienne Whippy, a combination of suggestions, some more obvious than others. Unfortunately I didn't have the camera handy, and as soon as it heard me it scurried off to hide.
Brendan is currently fitting the first of the new shutters to the mezzanine window. He had to make several trips up the ladder, as he had carefully cut the shutter to fit the window-space which is by no means rectangular, and then didn't know which side was which. Denis, who was taking a stroll around Le Rivalard wearing his new shades, came to help by holding the ladder, which was looking most unsafe on the stony path.
Denis asked if I was going to the Foire des Célibataires. Apparently it's an annual cattle^Wmarriage-market of all-day festivities. The website has a rather sweetly mistranslated English version, though sadly it needs updating.
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