… went back today and so I was looking for a good long lie in.
But the best-made plans of mice and men and all of that, for the rodent who lives in the roof started doing his clog dance at 07:00 and that was that.
Mind you, it’s an ill-wind that doesn’t blow anybody any good, because I had a good morning on the computer. I’ve uploaded the match report for the football last night, and I’ve also brought the Radio Anglais website up-to-date, and I’m pleased with all of that.
This afternoon I went to the brocante at St Gervais d’Auvergne but I won’t be going there again. It was mostly rubbish, and way over-priced as well. I shan’t waste my time again. I don’t know what gets into the heads of some of these people.
Afterwards I went round to Liz and Terry’s to help Terry load his van, and Liz had made tea again. I’m really getting spoilt these days.
And that reminds me of the two women arguing
“your son is spoilt”
“no he isn’t”
“yes he is”
“no he isn’t”
“well, please yourself then, but go and see what that steam roller has done to him”.
