Peter G very kindly got volunteered to take me and Micheal shopping in Limoux - sandpaper and stuff - and we stopped at the old town centre for coffee and cake. Bumped into Andy and Lousie and young James Rafferty (shortly to be one year old, how time flies) and family and this lot. There was a very high pitched solo song about blanquette, blanquettttttte de lim ooooooooo, which we should perhaps commit to memory. Nice.
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