Finito

It's nearly lunchtime and Frog has just called to say he's on his way home. A morning cutting the last of the grapes to the floor, all the quota collected, reserves put aside and a little extra for home consumption. Harvest is done.

Let the bells ring out and rejoicing across the flat. No more 9pm bedtimes, no more 6am alarms, no more grunted, half asleep conversations.

When we finished early for the day on Sunday, Frog headed off to get a couple of DVDs out so that we could collapse in front of a couple of "braindead" films. He came home brandishing two selections. The first, Terminator 3. I think we can safely say that fitted the qualification.

Frog: And I got a Russell Crowe film as well. Un Homme d'Exception
Oiseau: That'll be A Beautiful Mind. Do you know what that's about?
Frog: No. It's got Russell Crowe in it.
Oiseau: It's about a Nobel Prize winning mathmatician's struggle with genius and schizophrenia.
Frog: Oh.
Oiseau: Not such a braindead film.
Frog: (In a small voice) Oh....

To his credit he stayed awake throughout and pronounced it a good although definitely not braindead film.