June 1st, and all is (was) well.
The new month is treating me pretty well so far. I found some lovely mushrooms, I found my lost penknife, and I found the Mélange épices poulet that I've been unable to buy for several months.
I lost my gardening Opinel some months ago, and have been searching for it ever since. Frankly I'd given up all hope of finding it. Yesterday morning I was putting something in the back of the Compact Royce; and there is was, under the driver's seat. Lady M had moved the seat forward and it was looking up at me; very pleased to be reunited.
My favourite supermarket (Leclerc) has been in turmoil for the past couple of months. They have been re-organising everything, and it's been a mess. Shelves haven't been stacked correctly, one had to step over builders who have been installing new cooler cabinets (why don't they do that at night?), and the whole place left a lot to be desired. However, just as I was planning a trip to Bergerac (to the 'Festifruits' spice factory) I found the spices that I've been missing. A simple mix of herbs and spices that make even the blandest of Pork chops taste delicious are back on the shelves; I bought two packs which should last me a good while.
All that, along with remembering to say "White Rabbit, White Rabbit" just after midnight, means that I am very happy chappie. We were even swimming again yesterday. At the moment things couldn't be better.