
Here in South West France there is little let-up in the rampaging heatwave.
Occasionally, a storm will break the stalemate and the plants breathe a sigh of relief and stop slouching for just a second. But then we’re back on the endless treadmill of feeling hot, hot, hot.
There are clouds in the sky this morning and a slight breeze whipping around my bare feet so I’m using the time in my little office to get on with some project planning.
I’ve done some writing, done some editing and now it’s time to sit back and think about marketing my new novel, which is due out on Kindle later this month and will be launched as a paperback in the autumn.
I’m also working on a narrative non-fiction story which will take me halfway around the world and probably won’t be finished until 2028.
So there’s plenty going on in my head, but the heat makes my brain scramble and opens the door for lethargy to just come on in and wipe its feet all over my creativity.
In other news, the travelling pan has arrived for the village’s Giant Omelette fete on Friday evening.

I’m presuming it was delivered on this trailer although, in a flight of fancy, I imagine it obligingly rolling up the hill and parking itself in its annual spot before thundering on down to another local community event.
It serves a variety of uses round and about, including accommodating another village’s Giant Paella and then someone else’s Moules Evening.
It’s a very helpful and useful little big pan.
I think I’m going for a lie-down, the heat seems to be getting to me.
That’s about it.
Love, Maddie x
PS You’d think the heat would stem my appetite. However, I live with a foodie who loves to cook and also to eat.






