SUNDAY....

Today is possibly the warmest day so far. I haven't seen the temperature yet but a few days ago it reached 25 degrees and this is almost mid-November; before 10am you could almost feel the heat on the balcony. I went to mass earlier but no Michael and no wife and no woman who once asked me if I was interested in buying a villa here. It's Remembrance Sunday, more poignant than usual as it's now 100 years since The Great War ended and most of the congregation were wearing their poppies; one man even had his medals pinned to his chest.

I like my little chapel though I admit I'm not too keen on the congregation. It's more like a club with the mass taking second place to the gathering of old friends who may only meet here once a week, (the shaking of hands is like a love-in minus the shedding of clothes). As an outsider I sometimes feel like I'm not exactly welcome and as for Mr Roddy I have yet to be invited round for a cup of tea. Anyway it's now just past 2pm and the heat is draining ; time to get something cool inside me....