Clear blue sky
I learned a new poetic form this week called a hainaku which consists of
three lines, three, two and one words. Perfect for 6-w-S
My oldest nephew and his wife arrive today for a week in a nearby gite, and his sister and her family are coming on Sunday. It’s a good job les gars (the chaps) are back after holidays so the village bistrot will be open. It’s sad, but I can’t cope nowadays with cooking for more than the two of us. Once upon a time I liked nothing better than a houseful of people.