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La vie is just a bowl of cerises

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What is it about cherries? That moist succulent flesh, that deep red lustre that is too beautiful to eat and too delicious to resist.
A neighbour came a while ago with a bucket of the sweetest ever fruit. Even when we have had no real rain for eight weeks, somehow Nature digs deep and offers us her joyful gallic shrug.
Away from Nature, Sat Naff and I found the bike shop. And did they have a spoke? Non! More gallic shrugs all round. It’s an old English bike with a basket I bought in London during my eco warrior intellectual look-alike phase. We’re rusting out together.

Sat Naff

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Just how many times in your life were you right on top of success, triumph, victory, smug superiority  and finding that jar of harissa paste in the supermarket when…….wait for it…….you gave up?
Today I went to Saintes guided by my sat naff. My mission was to find a bicycle spoke. Now you may think this is not the kinda thing that ROMANTIC NOVELISTS and POETS do. Quite right – they don’t. Sat Naff knew even less than I did. Somewhere near an Ibis hotel and a roundabout on a Zone Industrielle in France there is a bike shop. It is still there……like a dream, like a gossamer web of desire, like a tender kiss of a bloody Greek God. And wherever it is- I couldn’t find it. And I GAVE UP.

Temptation

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Last night we shared a bottle of Bordeaux wine and I DIDN’T REALLY share a box of Thornton’s chocs from the UK. Look – I’d had a tough day at the cutting edge of passion OK! Come and get me gravity. It was a sin but all things are relative.


Tomorrow I’m gonna get out the bike and ride it off. I promise.