… how long it was going to be before we had a catastrophe.
The answer is “this afternoon at about 14:00” when this tree came crashing down. It was bound to happen sooner or later because the winds outside are horrific. They aren’t quite the worst that I’ve ever encountered but they are pretty close.
And this tree took the full brunt of it and came crashing down. Lucky that there weren’t any cars parked just there on the car park of the other block of flats.
As for me, I had a really bad day today.
By the time that I finished what I was doing, it was 02:30. Sure enough, the elarms went off at the usual time but it was 07:05 when I finally crawled out of bed.
There was the medication of course and while I was waiting for it to work I attacked some more of this translation. In fact over the course of the day I’ve been nibbling away at it here and there and I’m now at 65%. But even so, my good humour hasn’t returned quite yet.
Round about 11:00 I headed out of the apartment for this Press Conference.
And as I was leaving my apartment this fishing boat from Jersey was leaving port and heading out into the wicked wind. I don’t envy him at all heading that way in all of this.
At least the rain wasn’t all that heavy, which was one good thing. But it’s been a long time since I’ve seen horizontal rain.
At the Stade Louis Dior I was one of the first to arrive and so I had another good chat with the Vice-president, Guy Lefevre.
We’d met each other ON THE BUS THE OTHER DAY GOING TO VERSAILLES and so we continued the interesting conversation that we’d had back then.
But then everyone else began to arrive and we all settled down.
None of the players were available today but the team’s chief coach, Johan Gallon, came to talk to us.
He gave us a little talk and we all asked loads of questions. What interested me was that I was the only one there asking questions about tactics and the like. Everyone else was much more interested in the emotional side of the match.
He did his best to answer them but without giving away anything that might be of use to the enemy.
He’s well aware that the match is going to be difficult, much more difficult than against Bordeaux and much more difficult than when US Granvillais met Olympique de Marseille back in 2016.
There were about a dozen of us all told, and two television cameras too. One or two of them were interested in me too – where did I come from and what was I doing there.
I suppose that I’m really something of a novelty around here, being British, asking tactical questions in French and gatecrashing press conferences like this
After half an hour or so Johan gallon left us to carry on with his other business.
However the Vice-President Guy Lefevre stayed behind and a couple of us continued our chat.
We also discussed the Carnaval because he has a char that parades there and it’s another idea that I have for the forthcoming.
One thing I learnt, which was of great interest to me, was how they transported the chars from their hidey-holes to the Parade.
Apparently the operators of the chars have to have Public Liability insurance but the road risks are arranged by the municipality. The Police provide an exemption from the Road Traffic Acts to cover journeys to and from the parades and the parades themselves.
Another thing is that there is a limit on the number of chars. Just 47 are permitted to parade. Motorised chars, that is. Push-along chars can turn up in any particular number that they fancy.
By the time that we finished, the rain had stopped so I walked home in something like comfort. On the way back I popped in to la Mie Caline for my dejeunette and then came back here.
By now it was 14:15 so that was it. Lunchtime.
This afternoon I started to listen to the recordings that I had made. The quality isn’t up to much but, rather like Samuel Johnson’s dog, “I’m surprised that it is done at all”. I spent some time enhancing the recordings so at least I could hear what was being said.
The plan is to listen to the recordings to hear parts that are obvious “answers” to questions that haven’t been asked, then to record the questions and edit them into the recording.
It’s an old radio practice that has been done for years – in fact when the Beatles first toured the USA they sent over to each radio station a recording of “answers” so that the reporters there could ask their own questions and have an “exclusive live interview”.
On that point I went out into the horrendous gale. There were just four of us out there in total today and I was surprised that there was that many.
The wild wind hadn’t stopped them working down at the ferry terminal. They were digging out the silt, tipping it into the dumpers and taking it off to be dumped.
They can’t be going to be spending too long on it because sooner or later they’ll be wanting to send the ferries back out again and they won’t want to be working all around a ferry timetable as well as a tidal chart.
Another thing that’s cracking on is the work on the car park in the rue du Port.
They’ve devastated that pretty much over the last 24 hours as you can tell if you compare it to THIS PHOTO TAKE 24 HOURS AGO. It won’t be long before that will be finished and they will have all gone.
What’s going on in my mind is what it will look like when it’s finished. I hope that it’s not simply going to be a bare patch of asphalt. And I hope that they plant some trees in there too.
Back here I was intending to start work but I’m afraid that I simply crashed out on the chair. I was gone for a good hour too in a deep sleep, the kind of crashing out that I used to have before that last spell of good health.
It’s something that has depressed me completely and I don’t really want to dwell on it.
Instead, I had tea. The last of the falafel with steamed veg and vegan cheese sauce, followed by the last of the Christmas Cake. It was delicious too.
So tomorrow I’ll have to start on the rice pudding that I made on Sunday.
If anything, the wind outside had worsened tonight. It bowled me along the street on the way out and on the way back there were times when it was impossible to make headway, so strong were the gusts of wind.
You can’t see it at all well but the waves were smashing over the sea wall at the Plat Gousset with the most astonishing violence.
It’s a shame that they’ve taken this decision to turn out the lights along there in winter. No-one can see a thing out there now and it’s terrible for photography.
The wind was so powerful across the square Maurice Marland that is was impossible at times to walk, never mind run.
But having anticipated that, I’d done my running (such as it is) in the sheltered spot on the north side of the city walls. The huge puddles there made it difficult but I pushed on for a few hundred metres.
It might not be much but at my age and in my state of health I think that it’s pretty good.
There’s a spot on the city walls that is protected from the wind so I went there for a moment.
There was a trawler unloading at the fish-processing plant so I could snap off a quick shot of it through the trees. Winter is my favourite time for photography because there are no leaves to obscure the shot.
On the way back I bumped into a girl walking her dog and smoking a cigarette. We exchanged pleasantries and then I came back.
By now, THE PODCAST OF MY RADIO PROGRAMME WAS ON-LINE so I had a listen.
Regular readers of this rubbish will recall that I have a lot of time for kids – sometimes (in fact, quite often) I find them far more interesting than adults – and some of the kids in my radio programme didn’t let me down.
They performed admirably and gave a really good filling to the programme as well as providing some comic relief.
It’s the one thing that I regret – not having a kid of my own and I get quite broody at times. But then if I had a kid I would have to have the partner that went with it and I’m not made for living with other people.
Anyway, it’s later. later than I want to be. Marillion has passed by on the playlist so there’s no reason to stay up any longer. I’m off to bed and tomorrow I’ll crack on and do this radio programme.
Whenever am I going to find time to do my own stuff?
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johan gallon guy lefevre stade louis dior us granville manche normandy france eric hall
johan gallon guy lefevre stade louis dior us granville manche normandy france eric hall
