Started
reading through my Hove novel today. After about an hour it was so
hot indoors I opened the front door to let the breeze in. Gertrude
came stomping through and started eating Coco's biscuits. Had to shoo
her away and shut her out, she then started banging against the door.
Probably thinks I'm her mum.
Paul
(from the gite) came over. I'd told him last night he could come
round to try out my piano if he wanted. He's a visiting music
professor at l'Ecole Normale in Paris and plays piano and violin. He
certainly plays Debussy well! He wanted to run through a piece
(l'Isle
Joyeuse)
which he will be playing for a recital when he returns to Paris.
He
asked me about my writing and said his his wife would love to write a
book. He said she has so many ideas but never gets any further than
the second chapter. I asked him what he liked to read but he told me
he never has any time for anything other than teaching and playing.
Managed most of the conversation in French - must be Paul has more
patience than most.
Sat
out in the garden this evening and read some more of Hangover Square.
Such a brilliant portrayal of obsession. What a monster Netta is!
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