A Slow Day

It’s a slow one.

A very slow day, one of those where even lifting your eyelid seems like a little too much effort and yet we’ve got lots done,

Gautier, re the drive belt on Arni the vegitator – check
Déchèterie, to get rid of recyclable rubbish only (the workforce went through each bag separating it and telling me where to put things and yes it did get a little obsessive.- check.

Le Clercs,  we needed veggies etc – check.

The Mairie, where we talked sanitation ditches (everybody does), fence permits (don’t need one), and waste metal (we have an ancient Peugeot parked under the tree at the bottom of the garden, have had for years ( no comments please) – check, check and check.

The post man delivered the required certificate of conformity for the car so now we can man up for the trip to the prefecture in Bordeaux to organise number plates – good news ( note to self: take every certificate you have, in French and in triplicate. Although I don’t know what they will do with my 25m swimming certificate from the 70’s I’ll bet it will be required).

Discussed the resitting of the yet to arrive or be built polytunnel and shed 4

Run Mr Cedric up and down a large hill in the village and hand in knife found in public gardens.

As I said it’s a very slow day and we’ve decided that 40 winks are in order so I really don’t know why I’m writing this instead of winking..

Ttfn

Oh and more FIRE 🔥 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥


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