Yves Saint Laurent sunglasses and other riveting matters of importance

The most interesting snippet to emerge last week was the riveting fact that I possessed a pair of Yves Saint Laurent sunglasses, circa 1970's. Combined with a lovely linen skirt a friend had kindly bestowed on me I endeavour to cut a dash. One might be selling one's Chateau but standards should not be allowed to slip.

Dinner party conversation has become dreary in my opinion. Is there any topic more likely to send you reaching to top up your glass or fall asleep than a) House sales, b)The Credit Crunch, c) The Weather or d) Phutball ? Oh I forgot, the price of petrol. You can see that the discovery of my sunglasses was a ray of light in an otherwise uneventful week. I'm careful to phrase that 'ray of light' rather than 'ray of sunshine' because the weather is unseasonal to say the least. But hey, I don't want to be accused of being a bore.

I've rashly promised a magazine an interview with The Small Cross One and 2b on their opinion of the merits, or not, of the French education system.. Big mistake. Despite promising them allsorts which basically amount to nothing the deadline looms large. 2b has given me the option of a 'window' tonight of ten minutes max on account of the Phutball which anyone who is anyone knows all about and is watching avidly.

Which means I am a no-one and no-one apparently wears Yves Saint Laurent sunglasses circa 1970's apart from me. So now you know.

I was intrigued by this front door spotted recently on a foray into the small pretty town of Limoux. As I was photographing it and narrowly missed a) stepping into doggy doo, and b) being run over I was struck by a few of the mantra's that form the basis of my life.

1. You can never judge a book by it's cover or indeed a sausage by it's skin
2. Behind every door there lurks a possible opportunity
3. Behind every successful man there is an even more successful woman.

Now about the weather and the price of petrol ..........