I am now happily ensconced in my house-sit in Normandy, with Anna and teenage grand-daughter. The house is the usual French combination of anarchic plumbing and electricity, and questionable taste (raffia ceilings?), but is comfortable and about 20 minutes' brisk walk from la boulangerie across some lovely open fields. Le wee-fee is available in about half the house, after a long struggle with passwords, network keys and locked bedrooms, so I have been able to boot up the old lapdog on occasions, but familial responsibilities and general courtesy mean it has been a few odd minutes here and there. More later in the week, I expect, when the grand-daughter has been kidnapped by her parents and Anna and I can settle back into something approaching normality.
A good friend sent me this today. I have seen word clouds on other blogs, but they always seemed too resource-hungry when I looked into it, so I never put one on here. This, however, is a one-off, and I think it encapsulates things quite well. Click for bigger.
Thanks to G for the file.