aber, ja das ist so gut…..my main activity this week has been building a step outside the front door (see below) it has only taken me four years to get round to it but I have been spurred on by the presence of Moraig’s brother plastering the landing like a demon. The song, you see, and the title, you see are a clever play thus on the word ’step’ - clever eh! or clever o’clock as I like to say, or indeed say o’clock….. or perhaps bollocks to it o’clock.

In fact I have just realised, not for the first time that I am talking bollocks - Chesty Morgan and Watermelon Rose are mentioned in the song below not the one above….what a twat (me not Tom Waits) Please note the especially fine West Side Story pastiche at about 4 1/2 minutes.

Today was glorious so we drove to Royan and left dog feeding and piss enabling duties to Helen and Debbie - which was sucessful to a greater or lesser extent. €13 spectacular in a Royan restaurant (lardon salad, steak in a pepper sauce and chips, chocolate ice cream and pear sorbet in case you’re wondering) The rosé having taken effect, we hied it to a beach pronto and snoozed - see picture of beached whale below.

After a small blind wine tasting last evening it transpires that Moraig’s brother prefers the 1 litre for €1.20 plastic wine style drink to the €4.80 bottle of Fitou - hallelujah, truly a man after my own heart…never sacrifice quantity for quality, that’s what it will say on my grave, that and ‘never knowingly underarm’

….I hear the sound of a plastic container as I write so I’m off…..