I’ve dug out the fans over the past couple of days. I bought them during my first summer here when it remained in the high 30s for some time. Last summer they weren’t needed but the temp reached 95 on the terrace yesterday which leads to uncomfortable nights. A thunderstorm cleared things a bit last night and more are forecast but today remains blue and hot.
The matriarch turned up yesterday evening, dabbering and plastering on account of the heat, and made off with a great bunch of lavender. This is to be made into bouquets for each of the women who attend the chasse lunch tomorrow. She has begun calling me ‘chef’ and I’m not certain if this means she reckons I’m a great cook or something else. It could mean ‘boss’ but this does not seem appropriate.
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