We had popped in at the English Church on Saturday for coffee, and in the library I had spotted a little volume of Hemingway short stories that looked just right for the beach. But I’m not a member, and I’m not down in Menton often enough to join. One of…
Month: May 2024
Broom Repairs
12 April 2023 Weds. Some little repairs. Aside from the cleaning and clearing of the shit-strewn cacti, I spent a happy hour up in the big orange tree handing oranges to H atop Fabien’s stout ladder and, wielding his extendible loppers, thinning out the branches, creating a bit of light…
Toothpaste
We have boiled eggs, carefully tupperwared away yesterday morning as I triaged the contents of the fridge; we have a rogue ski jacket in the process of repatriation, temporary victim to one of those odd Displacements of Things that crops up with enough travelling and too much scope for experiment—in…