Cotignac March 30

Today I moved from the big house into the guest house.  I prepared for the move early in the morning before the children had gone to school, but the actual move did not occur until much later.  I've been staying in Jasper's room which means she has been sleeping in the same room as her brother.  She has been incredibly gracious about this. However, this afternoon when she returned from school, I only had to take one look at her face and I knew that her expectations had not been fulfilled.  My things were still in her room.

Mark left early this morning to take his mother to the airport in Nice.  The rest of us slept restfully until about 8:00 AM which left getting ready for school a bit of a mad dash.  Mark returned about 9:30 AM to a peaceful house and two women reading.  Quincy has been feeling puny, so Mark and I went to the weekly market in town to stock up on cheese, fruit, vegies, and bread.  The clouds were dark and it was beginning to shower a bit by the time we left.  When we returned and were preparing lunch, the  bottom fell out of the clouds and we had a full force gale to contend with.  These old stone houses are marvelous for their stability though.  It poured and thundered and lightening-ed (ok, knock it off) and poured some more.  And we women read and Mark wrote. 

Late in the afternoon, it cleared enough that I took a walk up through the cliffs to the towers and the Chapel of St Martin.  I had just returned when Jasper got home from school and made that face.  My next move was to the guest house.  Thank you, Jasper, for your hospitality.  Please enjoy having your room to yourself again - at least for a day or two.