We woke up at 8 this morning, both of us at the same time, with the head full of dreams from the night. In my dreams, I had another fonction at work, walked around on my (now dead) grand father land in the rain, was riding horse and M was playing music for my birthday (which is not yet…). No need to say that I was a bit confused when I woke up.

We ate breakfast calmly, listened to music, fixed some administration, M put some order in our “bookroom” and so on. It’s 11 now and it is totally unusual for us to be so “ready” so early on week ends. I guess we are getting old? Time to get a real newspaper at the door?

For today, you will get a picture from late summer, taken in the house we were living in.