… to post this photo of the football, and it was only when talking to Cecile that I remembered.
This is Charensat’s first goal but never mind that for a moment – look at Charensat’s n°12 on the extreme right of the photo.
You’re quite right – it IS a girl. Charensat brought with them a couple of substitutes, one of whom was female. And with there being no official from the Puy-de-Dome league present, no-one saw any good reason why she shouldn’t be allowed onto the field.
That’s one of the good things about playing against Charensat – people are out there to have a good time. Not like the thugs from down the road at Montel-Villosanges who appear regularly (and always in a bad light) in these pages.
Having forgotten to switch on the alarms this morning it was 08:45 when I heaved myself out of the stinking pit. And after breakfast and the compulsory couple of houes on the web pages, I went outside to tackle an urgent job.
Just before I went away, bank two of solar panels in the barn began to lose its charge and finally it gave up the ghost. I hadn’t had time to look at it though.
When I returned, everything working off bank two was thoroughly dead so I resolved to look at it today.
I ran all kinds of exhaustive tests and eventually came to the conclusion that there must be in “incident” in one of the cables that runs between the junction box on the panel mounting bracket and the charge controller.
So after lunch I disconnected all of the wiring and then went to hunt down a new set of cables. Eventually I had a brainwave. I had some 10mm exterior pair cabling in a waterproof sheath. I’d used that to connect up the wind turbine when it was on the other end of the barn, so I went to track it down.
That wasn’t as easy as it should have been either, but I found it and installed it (and that wasn’t as easy as it sounds either) and now it’s all connected up.
And, much to my surpsire, working fine.
So I wonder what has happened there. I can’t think that a mouse has eaten the insulation on the old wiring as it’s sheathed in flexible trunking, but one never knows.
Just as I knocked off (I took 10 minutes to plant my courgettes) Cécile rang up. Perfect timing. We had a chat for an hour and I made tea.
And now I’m off tobed – to see if I can finish this dream from last night where I was in an old wreck of an American convertible that pulled to the left quite savagely when I braked.
