Category Archives: Amandine

Monday 10th August 2009 I WAS HAVING A …

kwikstage scaffolding lean to roof les guis virlet puy de dome france… quiet leisurely breakfast this morning when a car pulled up outside. “A bit too early for the postie” I thought so I wandered off to see who it was. And lo and behold! It was Terry.

“Come on, let’s have this roof off” he exclaimed, so before I could even begin to tell him about my change of plan we were ripping the slates off. Ahhh well!

I uncovered an ants’ nest (I wondered where all these ants had been marching to – now I know) but Terry won the prize, uncovering a mice nest, complete with mice. These were summarily evicted too. We uprooted a couple of rotten chevrons (most of them are fine and they will be staying put) and then we put up the scaffolding.

After lunch we xylophened the wood on the end of the main roof and then painted it with the LIDL wood preservative. Tons of the stuff went on.
“This won’t ever rot again” I suggested.
“It’ll rot sooner or later” said Terry.
“Well, as long as it doesn’t do it before I’m dead” I said
“No problem there” said Terry, brandishing a hammer.

>We edged off the wood with tiles just as I had done on the other side and then piddled off to Simon’s to see about his electricity. He had his kids there, a lad of 12 and a girl of 8. And Strawberry Moose made another friend as you can expect.

And at the Anglo-French group, Nathalie made a welcome return. It was nice to see her after all of this while. And next week, as the venue at St Eloy is closed, Amandine wants to invite us round to her house at Moureuille.

I forgot to mention too that Terry brought me round my new toy. A bargain pack of Hitachi battery-powered drill, torch and – wait for it – battery-powered SDS drill. I’ve been after one of those for years and Screwfix had them on special offer. So I’ve treated myself. I can think of a million uses for one of those.

And talking of Screwfix, Terry’s had to nip to the UK to pick up his latest purchases so I’m on my own for a couple of days again. But don’t worry – he’s left me plenty to do.