Whisky stopped play

William cries off the tennis this morning which doesn't upset me too much because I can still feel the effects of last night's whisky. Jane and Donald left mid-morning for their drive north, so we both tackle jobs to get things ready for a lot of visitors tomorrow. Floyd is coming out with a group of 5 tennis players the penultimate visit this year. Another house full this weekend and beyond.

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Jean Pierre, the owner with his wife of the now closed village restaurant, popped round to ask if I could book him a special online TGV promotion ticket at 15 euros. This means that he can travel by train between Nîmes and Lille, in the far north of France, for less money than his cheapest bottle of wine. It's a very good deal and I need to keep a lookout for these promotions.

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Jan cooked tenderloin of pork (aren't all loins tender?) stuffed with prunes, for dinner. The meat was cooked perfectly, and whilst not being a big fan of a meat and fruit combination, it was absolutely delicious. Thank you darling. (You creep - Ed.)