Red meat and a red face just about sums up today. The French are known for not cooking food properly but my Uncle's joint of lamb today was maybe a step too far - I ate it though, can't say I feel much better for it...

The red face came from pushing a shopping trolley full of water around a supermarket for the afternoon. The tap water here does actually taste a bit funny and is genuinely best avoided due to all the oil refineries and power stations nearby. So we stocked up - heavy stuff that water.

Of course the supermarket trip lasted hours, if not days - I'm not sure. As it happens, I really am not sure; it's been one of those weeks where I've been a day ahead, today is Saturday but it feels so much like Sunday. Just to add to the confusion, the clocks change tomorrow; the spring is here at last then!