Another spring in Ligni__er Paradise

Arrived in Lignieres in the afternoon of 12 May, flight was ok...American Airlines from SFO to Chicago where because of a certain lack of cash and no ATM at the airport left us food-less...with all those beautiful Chicago Pizzas just waiting for us. Ah, use a CC...no, their CC verification system was down for the duration. No pizza. No drinks, we shared a rather ordinary 9.95 cent Ham and Cheese sandwich from fancy, swancy ___________
, boring, ordinary and gummy to boot. Oh well. On the plane from Chicago to CDG in Paris we were subjected to the most surly, rude and obstructive air crew members I've had in many a year. No water, lousy food served in an totally off-hand manner with the entree portion literally thrown onto the tray in front of us! Wow, what service! NOT!

From CDG we taxi'd it to Austerlitz and Kelly bought us 2nd class tickets on the choo-choo to Issodun where we were met by Sue and Dave. I was so rummy, jet lagged beyond sleep into the woozy world of the near unconscious time to time. The house upon arrival looked little worse for wear in the absence of 20 some odd months. The next 3 to 4 days were spent sleeping here and there, me on the couch, then in a chair, Kelly in bed then in a different couch...up at 3am and back to sleep at 9am...all so very awful. Came to about 5 days after arrival. Furry was fine through it all, no accidents, no problems whatsoever. The first weekend we stayed home on Saturday then went with Sue and Dave to a series of brocantes south of Chateauroux. We bought damned little, they did better and bought more. They told us they were leaving for UK on Tuesday and asked if we would water their garden in their absence so we have been doing our duty since. They will return Tuesday afternoon. WE WENT TO TWO brocantes today (Sunday) and bought not one damned thing as is the rule with us these days, we have everything so it has to be either a replacement item or something really wonderful to tempt us into a purchase.
Came home and made a pair of chicken sandwiches for my Duck and I and agreed that they were dinner for the day...late lunch it was after the early afternoon lazies hit us and we both napped shamelessly. 3:30 lunch it was. Afterwards I tore into the courtyard full of weeds with Dave's borrowed motorized weed whipper. It was the correct tool but the spool needs replaced so we'll buy a replacement on our trip to Chateauroux tomorrow. 'Til then kiddies, another spoiled American in paradise.