Today it’s my little sisters birthday <waves>

I’m rushing todays blog before I retire for the night. Then I will be a bit more matched up date wise. Running a day in arrears is playing havoc with my blog filing capabilities.

Well if you caught up with yesterdays escapades this morning well done you. I know you’re busy and you’ve been meaning to have a go at that grouting - so thank you. At least its Friday tomorrow. Then Bank Holiday Weekend! I am not sure if they have it here? I’ll doubtless find out when all the shops are closed...or there are brass bands sashaying around vieux bassin.

So. Today. I started in the usual way - once I’d uploaded blog and had a 75th coffee (gitanes/gauloises anyone?) it was time to fix the electrics. Dommage. Couldn’t do it. Moved cables. Removed cables. Changed light bulb. Polished lamps. Nowt doing. So it actually wasn’t me routing 100 devices through one plug socket causing the problem after all. Next steps will be to try items individually in a reliable socket and rule things out...

Flush with the lack of success in the electricité department it was out to le jardin. For some weeding. I’m not tremendously good at that either. But I am slowly creeping along the patio clearing the way. So by the time I’m due back in the UK it will all be done. Oh.

Todays gardening portion complete I decided to head off to to Deauville. Well - I’ve been caught out by Deauville being closed before - and I was sure in the middle of summer it would be okay.

Bus was to be my mode of transport. It’s a 30 minute ride each way through lovely countryside on a coach-type bus. How much for the aller et retour (come on - everyone knows that from school surely?!). FOUR EURO! Yes just €4.00. I think frickin’ FirstBus in Bristol should take note. Plenty of room. Chatty bus drivers (kinda wasted on me, as I rely on people talking very slowly). And air conditioning.

Bus drops you off at Trouville Deauville railway station which is slap bang in between err Trouville and Deauville. And its a two minute walk to centre ville.

I had a mooch around the town - and you can see how lovely it is on the video below. And I must just call out to Fiona that I managed to remember to take a photo of Shelley Winters’ beach hut - LOL.

There is a LOT of money in Deauville and you cannot move for Yves st Laurent, Louis Vuitton, Hermès - and bizarrely United Colours of Benetton and a Swatch shop!

Then it was bus back to Honfleur taking in the scenery again. And after a trip to the baguette and pastry shop you now find me in the sanctuary of Fiona’s apartment.

Who knows what excitement we’ll have tomorrow? You will just have to wait and see!