I just drove to one of the villages where I clean a couple of tiny houses, to drop off some clean linen – the owners were about to do an inventory; sorting things is not my fortë, so I acted as if I was in a rush, which I kind of was – to get home and have a cup of tea and write something. So I pretty much just dumped the bag of linen and ran.

On the way home I saw a big banner on a roundabout, advertising a car boot sale which is on tomorrow. Oh Christ! About a week ago, in a mad moment of doing-ness, I phoned up and booked a place, and I’ve paid for it too – so now I’ve got to see if we’ve got as much junk as I thought we had.Hopefully I’ll persuade the daughter to help – she’s good at all that organizing stuff – I’m better at being charming, and taking the money.

Big beautiful Provençal farmhouse to primp up this afternoon, as it’s for sale – luckily the owners are really tidy, so it’s not very difficult.

I’ve got another rehearsal this evening, so there isn’t a lot of time left to dig out those rusty tools and mouldy books for the sale – I’ll let you know how it goes. The pitch for the car cost 25€, so we need to make at least that much..

Watch this space for more riveting details.