Back from a spontaneous weekend in Normandy, with Mathilde and Max (in the bag). Same same but different to the weekend prior, where we only had Lise with us. May is on, full throttle. With all its holidays and long weekends. Doesn’t really change much for me though, but it’s a pleasant period nevertheless. I sort of finished the structural work for the new mezzanine at the cottage, and struggle with a weirdly behaving body. Either I am poorly responding to physical work, or I am truly getting old. Probably both. Anyway, we returned from Normandy with a funky new old Dacia Logan that will soon move to Mailly and patiently spend his next life chapter at the gare waiting for us.