After
I finished playing last night at the restaurant a couple came up and
asked about Guantanamera (not exactly a patriotic USA piece). The couple were French, from
Marseilles. They recognised the piece but didn't know much about it.
Philippe mentioned he will have more work for me during the summer.
He was in a good mood, seems very optimistic about the restaurant now
that he's found a new chef. He introduced Jose to me. (I'd say
there's more than a professional relationship between them).
Laura's
arriving tomorrow morning at eight o' clock, sailing overnight. She
mentioned in her e-mail she hates travelling by boat and gets sick.
Oh dear, hope she's up for a long car journey!
Jean-Luc
came round and mentioned l'oie
but I just pretended not to understand. He's going to be disappointed
when he's served chicken (and not Gertrude) at the dinner next week.
Thought
I'd better stock up on basic supplies, so spent nearly an hour at
Intermarche.
Packed out, probably because it's a Saturday.
Garden's
looking good: found Coco asleep in the middle of the daisies.
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