We called in at Frome. You could say a river runs through it.
We spent quite a lot of time in Costa's ( not sure about the apostrophe - it's in the sense of Costa's shop) watching the world go by. This is the quiet before the deluge of mini- skirted school girls;. How can they afford it? In my day it was two pen'orth of chips with salt and vinegar.
Three generations. On the right Betty the day before her 92nd birthday. In the centre her daughter Jane and on the left her grand-daughter Natasha. The service was VERY slow - we were the only customers but Betty didn't suffer in silence so all was well in the end.
A very old Warminster church. Next time I'll enter.
Jane decided the fence needed a fresh coat and colour. I suggested we did a Tom Sawyer and tried to engage passers-by and allowing them to help. No charge.
This little lot have all been knitted by Jane - all with their own characters. No wonder her grand-daughters think she's smashing.
One of the treats was a film: 'My old Lady' with Maggie Smith. Kristin Scott Thomas and Kevin Kline. How apt I thought. It was even apter. In a nutshell ' he's in the will - she's in the way.'
Mathias quickly learns that the apartment is a "viager" — an ancient French system for buying and selling apartments — and that he will not actually get possession of the apartment until Mathilde dies, and that he, in addition to that, owes her a life annuity of € 2400 a month. All this is a surprise to him, since his father never told him and he had language problems with the French lawyer.
As a life tenant myself there are similarities except in my case - happily - the heirs are caring family.
Worth seeing with that cast. A bit drawn out towards the end but I got the ending I wanted and Paris is always a joy. The film was held in a sort of town hall with tea and biscuits and a jolly chatty audience.