These were yesterday morning's weather maps showing the forecast for the day — morning and afternoon. And it all came true. If it weren't so miserable, it would almost be funny. Joking about it helps a little. Should we build an arc?
Yesterday, our neighbors from Blois, whose maison de campagne is the house across the road from ours, had a birthday party there for a member of the family. They had invited 25 people. It rained off and on all day. I went over there to say bonjour at noontime.
I talked to one gentleman that I don't remember meeting before. He appeared to be about my age, maybe older. He said he has had a bad cold for two months now. Congestion, coughing, teary itchy eyes, aches and pains. So have I, I told him. We compared notes and commiserated. The eldest of the clan, a woman who is nearly 90 years old now, said hello to me but wouldn't faire la bise or even stand close enough to me for us to be able to talk. She was too afraid of catching what I've got.