Sunday afternoon

A very good friend in London awaits his news re his contract coming to an end.

Work really seems to be drying-up..he says and his prospects are cold and fragile.

He will be on the first flight out to Bergerac to take comfort with his friends here in

the countryside where peace and tranquility are always on prescription.

Getting ready for the Americans who want to taste and see the cooking of the region..

and indeed become aquianted with France.

We are happy to share our ideas and love for good food.

Election day...and, I guesse for me it is better to have the devil you know than the

one you are about to discover.

All about staying in a job?

Cosy with Mr Sarcoky...