Moka waits for me every morning around 7 a.m. She wants kibbles and milk. When we go to the cellar, she waits for us at the door. She wants kibbles and milk. When we go out, at any time, she’s there, wanting kibbles and milk…

On Saturday and Sunday in the village, there was a garden party. There were maybe 15 people or so… And in the meantime, the gendarmes on motorcycles were patrolling the forest road to make sure there were no walkers, no runners, no one more than a kilometre from his home…

The Mistress of Frimousse forbade me to go shopping and she tries to go as seldom as possible. We use the nearest supermarket’s delivery slot. Difficulties: to have a gap to collect our order we have to log in just after midnight to pick it up six days later. It is already difficult to predict the menus of the week, so those of the following week, especially for vegetables!