Hot bunnies

They don’t normally lie here, but this is where their fan gives the best cooling effect.

Regardless of records set elsewhere in France the past few days, today was the warmest day so far here. I ventured out to help Mr B with a plumbing job, but the heat drove us back indoors. Then out again to hang some washing (and take it in again crispy dry after about 10 minutes....)

Otherwise, a day of telly mainly. The kids were shocked by the seventies (some old play Mr B found), which led to fond(ish) reminiscences of brown or beige-gold cars we had known.

Later, we scrubbed Piper’s feet with vinegar and cornflour. Not 100% sure I understood why, but something to do with wee and flies. (Piper is the white rabbit, before anyone reports me for child cruelty.) She was understandably a bit grumpy, but it was too hot for her to truly show her ire.

Huge steaks for tea. Mr B had the sense that TallGirl and I were looking a bit anaemic. Dunno about that, but it was darned tasty topped with slivers of Roquefort and served with a heap of Sarladaise potatoes.