Moon movement

I tried my best to have a lie-in today. After a night kept awake by my rubbish shoulder and (new symptom) a twitching eyelid, it shouldn't have been hard. But even radio-assisted I didn't make it much past 8.30. (8.30am, I should clarify for lurkers who shared a house with me aged 19 and were used to my struggling downstairs for the second showing of Neighbours.)

Some tidying, then off to a vide grenier in Lavaur. Though only a small one compared to the huge one in July, we did rather well with some new garden pals (a bunch of tortugas and a hoopoe who reminds me of Professor Yaffle. The kids had me to negotiate deals for them, so they were less ripped off than usual. They played all afternoon while I meandered through a series of jobs and then, mid-lightbulb change, Mr B arrived home. Once he was done criticising the lack of cranberry juice (therefore no Cosmopolitans) and the size I'd cut the potatoes, we had a sit outside in the sun, then dinner with chat about sport, and many other things, then just time for Doctor Who before a school-night bedtime for the kids.

This shot, earlier, was when watching a series of planes fly into the moon, we were figuring out whether the movement of contrail versus moon was the wind, the rotation of the moon or a bit of both. Nice to have time to sit and mull over that.