Good as gold?

A bit of fun. Click on the pictures to make them bigger. Modesty prevents me from saying that I found 10 faces, so I won't.

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After a four course 11 euros lunch (how do they do it?) at the relais in Montmirat, Jan headed off for a shopping trip to Nîmes with Jill and I didn't. The main purpose of my afternoon was to wait for Mr Dishwasher Repairman to arrive. Arrive he did, and the bloody thing worked first time. He was at a loss to understand what had happened so we are now in a wait and see period. All that washing up for the last few days might have been unnecessary. I reckon that we were being punished for something but, as I have been good as gold, it can't be me!