Contre-jour

A grabbed blip while waiting for S, who was in the pharmacy collecting industrial quantities of dressings. He saw the surgeon today and had his stitches out. All is well, but his hand is still swathed in bandages that need changing every couple of days. 

As we were in Narbonne, we took the opportunity to have lunch with B. There were some truly glorious lenticular clouds on the way back, but as I was driving I couldn't blip them. These are the remnants. Having deposited S at home, I went to my French book group, where we discussed Au Revoir Là-Haut, unanimously enjoyed unlike the last choice.