Merde

We are in a tiny hamlet, Tudery.

The view is breathtaking, and the husband and I both wonder if my dad can see this.

He would have loved it.

And so would my mum.
 

We're all a bit grey under our eyes and around our mouths from the early morning rise.

Son#1 was a self-igniting rocket today:  everything and anything set him off.

We had many fights (and then I'll shut up or say something un-nice).

It's not even 7 p.m. and the boys are fast asleep.
 

We'll wake tomorrow morning to views of jagged rocks across the valley and grey-green oleanders, pine trees and vines, and we'll be thankful to be alive.

What a damn privilege this is.
 

(Roos:  I wish I could gift the four of you with a week here.
Sending you & yours lots of love and good thoughts from France.

Come on, Lotto, do your thing).

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