A postcard from provence

Good to hear you have a pulse dad, that'll come in handy if you want to come out here later in the autumn. I've just ordered (ironically) a new Renault Grand Scenic which should arrive in October sometime, seats seven so we can cart Louis, Louis' things, painting gear, cello and luggage on trips and fit visitors in at home, (we are keeping the mini for it's go cart qualities). If it comes in time we will visit Jill in southern Italy—Ruth hasn't seen her for nearly two years and Jill doesn't have a passport so can't fly (Provence is a long way in a Smart car). Louis has his 4 front teeth and now stands all on his own, climbs the stairs (but not down) all on his own too (a bit scary). Ruth is in Paris playing with Opera Fuoco so I'm all on m' tod and Louis is being a bit clingy, he's asleep at the moment so please don't make any noise. Talking of noise, yes I went to Friars though have no memory of who I saw, and my girlfriend dumped me for the bassist in The Jam... probably a good thing.