Today, Sunday 10th June 2012, I made a decision, a serious one to which I propose solemnly to stick. Oh, dear! Unexploded pun there. The decision is that I will never, ever go mushroom hunting again without a stick. Why? Well, because I found myself three-quarters...
Last Saturday, the day before Mother’s day in France (hint) the air temperature reached at least 31 C at mid-day and the pool temperature – according to the pool duck – was 27 C. So I decide to give myself a pre-Mother’s day treat and go for a swim. This... 