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Thursday 12th May 2011 – How long is it…

citroen wood burning gas lorry st gervais d'auvergne puy de dome france… since I featured an old vehicle on my blog? I can’t remember now but it may well have been about a year ago, and it might have been a Citroen lorry. And so here’s another old Citroen lorry that I saw on Thursday.

Now despite the fact that it’s a rare-enough lorry as it is, this vehicle is practically unique and there probably won’t be another one quite like this anywhere that would be still running on the road.

citroen wood burning gas lorry st gervais d'auvergne puy de dome franceDo you see what looks like a boiler at the side behind the cab? That had me puzzled for quite a while and I thought at first that it was a tar-spreader.

I ruled that out though because the jets are in front of the truck, meaning that to do its spreading it would have to travel in reverse while it was working and that wouldn’t be very likely.

citroen wood burning gas lorry st gervais d'auvergne puy de dome franceAnd then the penny dropped. We are at a sawmill, aren’t we? Yes, and what this is is a lorry that runs on wood-gas – like they did in the war when there was no petrol. And he was here to fuel up with his wood chippings because, astonishingly as it might seem, he still runs it on wood-gas.

The owner had gone off to chat with his friends otherwise I probably would have been still there now chatting to him. But it’s a good job that I had to go out – I would have missed this lorry otherwise.

home made balloon frame greenhouse les guis virlet puy de dome franceAfter the customary couple of hours on the web pages I went out and carried on with the framework for the greenhouse, but I didn’t have enough chevrons. In fact, doing a considerable bit of mix-and-match, I was just 10 cms short.

So after lunch I had a good root around here, sorted out a pile of stuff for the dechetterie at Pionsat (there were four dustbins full of tin cans), went down there to dispose of it, and then went to the sawmill at St Gervais for some wood.

And it was at the sawmill that I saw the lorry.

Friday 11th March 2011 – I’m going to be having an early night this evening.

And I’m not the only one either. Terry and Liz are quite exhausted too, and I’m not surprised as we’ve been working really hard again.

I emptied out my bedroom and then Terry and I tidied the garage downstairs so that we could move all of the stuff down there. We also loaded Caliburn with some stuff for the dechetterie, whenever it will be that we will go there. But that’s not going to be for a few days yet as most of the furniture that remains will be going with it.

I came back upstairs and put the second coat of paint on the door frame and the first coat of paint on the wall of the back terrace while Terry finished the walls in the hall. During all of this, Liz was cleaning the bedroom.

While Terry redid the walls in the hall, Liz and I set about the bedroom. What with Liz on the paintbrush and me on the roller we had two coats on the ceiling and one on the wall in no time flat. We even took the radiator off (that’s all of the radiators that have been off now) to do behind it.

We then went out onto the front terrace and scrubbed down the guard rails and the new tiles, and that is looking quite pretty now. And while I went off to buy more paint (we are getting through that rather quickly) Terry and Liz finished off cleaning and waxing the floor in the living room.

No wonder we are all exhausted.

So the plan now is –

  • tomorrow the second coats of paint on the back terrace wall and in the bedroom, and cleaning and waxing the floor in the hall.
  • Monday will be doing everything else that we have forgotten.
  • Tuesday morning will be emptying the apartment of absolutely everything and me going to the dechetterie. But I have to be back at 11:00 as that is when the estate agent is coming.
  • Once he has gone we will be taking up residence in a hotel for two nights and using Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday to clean the place from top to bottom, and then loading up the two vans.
  • Thursday morning will see the Cortina on the trailer and then it’s off back home. I’ve decided to take the Cortina regardless and come back for the Minerva. It’s easier to do it that way round.

But back home on Thursday?

Can I remember the way?

Saturday 26th February 2011 – I haven’t been here long today.

This morning I went to the dechetterie and threw another huge pile of stuff away. Much of it wasn’t really worth anything at all but there was some stuff that was rather significant in my past and it was surprisingly difficult to hurl it into the waiting jaws of a huge digger that was about to carry it off into the incinerator.

While I was there Terry rang me and asked me to pick up a three-phase circuit breaker. And I was halfway to the tile shop before I realised that I was supposed to be going to the electrician’s. Anyway, to cut a long story short … “thank you” – ed … they didn’t have one in and needed to order it. Could I come back this afternoon?

So after lunch and a little desultory sanding down of woodwork and polyfilla in the second half of the living room, I went out to pick up the circuit breaker. Terry rang again and asked me to pick up three packets of tiling cement and so this time I did indeed go to the tile shop where I had a lengthy chat with the owner while the minions searched for the cement.

On the way back the canal bridge was all closed off and there were loads of police cars about – whether someone had thrown themselves in the canal I don’t really know but the circulation was difficult to say the least and it was about 18:30 when I returned home.

It’s Saturday night of course and so once the rugby had finished we hit the streets. Up to Schuman where we found a decent Italian restaurant. My penne al arrabiata was the best I had ever eaten and everyone else thoroughly enjoyed their meal. A pint in the James Joyce rounded off the evening perfectly and then we came back home – at about 11:15.

What an enjoyable day!

Friday 25th February 2011 – It’s been another day …

 where we have made huge strides. We’ve also done a fair bit of work too.

This morning while Liz put the second coat of paint on the first half of the living room, Terry and I concreted the terrace outside the front and the side of the apartment. We cracked on at it at quite a pace, fixing some simple shuttering and then me mixing while Terry spread and tamped. It was all done by lunchtime and for an encore I filled in the spaces on the back terrace where the shuttering had been.

After lunch, while Liz and Terry sorted out what needed moving from up here, I went downstairs into the garage and began getting the stuff ready to throw away. Terry came down to help me later on and now Caliburn is chock-full to the roof of rubbish for the tip. I really can’t imagine just what I was doing with half of the stuff in there – I really can’t.

Anyway, by tomorrow lunchtime it will all be history.

Once it’s all away I can load up Caliburn with more stuff to move to the Auvergne. There’s a meeting of CREFAD – the organisation in the Auvergne that helps people set up small businesses – on Tuesday evening. They are discussing self-employment and how to register for this new minimalist self-employment scheme, and I have been invited to speak at it. Shameless self publicist that I am, I’m not going to miss out on some free publicity and so I’ll be there, hopefully. It means I have a good reason to go there with a van full of stuff.

Thursday 17th February 2011 – I’m not going to be here much longer tonight either.

Yes, it’s taking it out of me. And early though it is (for us, anyway) I’m the last one up. Everyone else has retired a while ago.

This morning while Terry carried on in the toilet Liz and I uprooted the tiles and cement and sand and everything else from off the terrace at the front of the apartment. And then we took it all down and loaded it into Caliburn.

After that we stripped the terrace at the back of the apartment and loaded that all into Caliburn too. What with the old toilet and cistern and other bits and bobs we were pretty well loaded up.

After lunch it was down to the dechetterie with all of the rubble. And €12.10 later, Caliburn was empty. And that was quite astonishing as there was quite a load, as I have said. We then took a few bits back to Brico for a refund and came home to find Terry looking for the drain hole for the toilet sink
“Where did you put it?”
“On top of the old cistern while I cleaned the pipework
“Errr …. ohh dear”
So finishing the sink will have to wait for another day.

We also have a shower screen for the bath and it looks splendid. It really sets the bathroom off. It cost about €80 if I remember correctly but it was well-worth the money just for the aesthetic pleasure. And while Terry was fitting it I went through all the boxes of tools, fittings and the like, sorted eveything into the correct boxes and threw away a pile of stuff.

Me! Throwing stuff away! Whatever next?

Wednesday 16th February 2011 – I’m not going to be here much longer.

I’m all thoroughly exhausted again.

I slept right through last night until about 08:45 and it’s been a long time since I’ve done that. And afterwards, while Terry carried on in the toilet, Liz painted the woodwork in the living room while I painted the ceiling and did some more sanding on the floor.

Once Liz and I had done that, we carried in ripping up the tiles and the old infilling on the terrace. We managed to make enormous inroads into that, and it was all put into dustbins, bin bags, crates and the like.

After lunch we went to the tip where I disposed of one of the sofas from here, an old carpet, some wardrobe doors and some other odds and ends. Back to the apartment via LIDL, we loaded up again with all the tiles, sand etc etc off the terrace and took that down to the tip. You have to pay to dospose of that and I’m sure that they make up the prices there. The first load a couple of weeks ago cost €68:00 – the second last week cost €36:00 and today’s, which was probably the heaviest, cost €12:10.

But it’s exhausting mauling all of this heavy stuff about. I’m not as young as I was. And so I’m going to bed early to recover my strength ready for tomorrow.

Friday 28th January 2011 – We finally made it to the shops today …

… after many vicissitudes.

The first issue was going to the tip to dump the rubbish. Much to everyone’s surprise the tip was open today but the guy took one look at the stuff that we had and told us that we couldn’t tip it there. He sent us on somewhere else instead – not too far away, and that was a commercial dumping facility where we had to pay a … errr … significant amount to use their facilities. even more depressing, it was open from 06:00 until 17:30 and so had we been told about it yesterday we could have done it then and there without messing around this morning.

Next port of call was to my solicitor’s where I gave him the deeds to this apartment so that I won’t lose or mislay them – after all, anything is possible around here – and then I needed to go to the bank for a new bank card – regular followers of this drivel will recall the cash machine in Labrador City swallowing the old one back in October.

Hunting for tiles was the next major issue and that didn’t work out. The big place where they have all the ends of range tiles had nothing suitable at a price that we could afford to pay and we ran out of time to go anywhere else. And so to IKEA where we lunched and did some shopping.

Brico turned up a nice floor for the third bedroom but Terry and Liz didn’t take much notice. They are still recovering from the shock of seeing a tub of Dulux ceiling paint on sale for €115. I did warn them about the cost of living in Brussels but that kind of price is verging on the ludicrous, never mind the ridiculous.

On the way home, picking our way through the traffic and travelling down the back streets we came across a Moroccan tile warehouse with a very amiable proprietor who had plenty of time to spare for us, which makes a pleasant change here in Brussels. We only really went in to shelter from the rush-hour traffic and yet we came away with all of the tiles for the bathroom and the balcony, and at a most reasonable price to boot (although at this stage we haven’t yet examined them closely so our opinion might change yet about this). And so tomorrow we’ll carry on working and see how far we can progress.

Sunday is of course a day of rest.

Thursday 27th January 2011 – We didn’t quite manage the shops today.

And if we had woken up at a respectable time, we still wouldn’t have made it.

The fact is that we had run out of space to put things, and if we had bought more stuff there would have been even less space for the. As a result, we decided on having a packing day. Tons of stuff made it into the trailer for taking down to the dump, and even more stuff made it into the pile for Oxfam. Whatever was I doing with all those clothes? Worse than a woman, I can tell you. And there were even a few things that made it into the pile to take home, much to everyone’s surprise.

When we had a van-load of rubbish for the tip we took it along. We arrived there at 15:46 only to find that the tip closed at 15:45 and they refused to take the stuff. That was rather sad.

Anyway the place looks a lot different now – you can actually move around in here after a fashion. Tomorrow is going to be a day of taking things to the dump and if we aren’t careful we might even manage the shops.

Thursday 29th April 2010 – It’s just been raining.

The first time for about three weeks. And I can’t say I’m sorry as the soil is bone-dry and it’ll be playing havoc with my plants. Mind you, I bet we haven’t had even 1mm because it didn’t sound like much. 10mm would nicely water the garden and refill all of the water containers. That would be quite useful.

In fact today has been a gardening day. I planted all of the beans that have been germinating and set some more for planting in a few weeks time and then transplanted the carrots. That took me nicely until lunch and after that I started on sowing the seeds for the May planting, sorting out the remainder of the germinating seeds and then catching up on whatever from the March sowing that hadn’t taken. There’s tons of stuff now but I am concerned that quite a lot of whatever I sowed back in March doesn’t seem to have sprung up. I do remember some things being slow but I’m sure they weren’t this slow!

I’ve also run out of potting soil so I hope LIDL still has plenty left. I’ve used 5 sacks this last couple of weeks. It’s actually stuff that’s been composted commercially elsewhere – every so often I pull out a lump of plastic and the other day an entire Snickers wrapper. So at least it’s all ecologically-friendly. But someone seems to thing that at the dechetterie at St Eloy les Mines you can help yourself to the composting that they do there. That has to be worth an investigation. I’ll take an empty dustbin with me next time I go shopping.

Back at the ranch my little 3d animation has come to a halt as I plumb the depths of a free tutorial I have found – “Make Interesting Objects From Combinations of Base Shapes” – like circles, spheres, tubes, flat surfaces and the like.
Lesson n°1 is “Make A Set Of Barbells For Your ….. errrrr ….. Strongperson”. Pass the bucket, please.

Tuesday 23rd February 2010 – I once knew a girl ….

…. called Summer (she had a sister called Sky – you have to feel sorry for kids with parents like that) and she had a boyfriend who was absolutely devoted to her. They used to have their own private little moments and like all teenagers they would get up to no good – in one particular way that pleased the young gentleman greatly.

After a while Summer moved on to pastures new and the young gentleman (whose name I forget) was devastated. No subsequent girlfriend that he found could make up for what he had lost. One day he confided in a girlfriend exactly what it was that made his relationship with Summer so special.
“That’s no big deal” she replied. “i have no inhibitions about that”
So a short while later, right after one of these private moments, she turned to him and said
“Has that helped you rekindle some of your enthusiasm for life?”
“Well” he replied, “one swallow doesn’t make a Summer”.

And that’s really the story of what has happened here this last few days. The temperature has warmed up dramatically and it’s feeling warm. I told you the other day about the temperature in the verandah. Yesterday it reached 30.6 degrees which is the highest total since October 30th.

Today though was not so impressive. The morning was fine and I finished round by Claude’s at 13:45. It’s sad to see the fruits of their 46 years of married life end up like this but age and ill-health catch up with everyone sooner or later. I got back the two huge armoured cupboards that I gave him back in 2002. He also gave me two kitchen unit bases – the 600mm size – and I’m going to put them upstairs in the barn with a plank or two across the top to make a joinery bench, using the two large cupboards to store my tools, nails, screws and the like. I’m glad I put a trapdoor in the barn floor when I redid it, so that I can lift stuff up and down.

This afternoon I carried on in the garden but the torrential rain that fell later on drove me inside. I continued with the insulation on the bedroom wall for a while until the light went – this torrential rainfall (we had 9mm in minutes) plotted everything out.

And the Parisian is nosing around the ruined house by here and hacking away at the undergrowth. He’s up to something, my nasty suspicious little mind tells me, and I wonder what it is. He had a whinge about the Passat and the Escort blocking the track. He’s right but there’s nothing much I can do about this until the local Mayor pulls his finger out and does something about my proposition about buying the communal land round here. I suppose I’d better go and have a chat to him on Saturday.

Monday 22 February 2010 – Only one more day …

…and this furniture removal will be over. And I can’t say that I’m sorry either. Today we took the final two loads to the new flat in St Eloy and then afterwards the first of the loads to the dechetterie. And just for a change the guy who was working there was extremely helpful and did his best to sort us out, including getting his own hands dirty.

But amongst the rubble set aside for the next visit to the tip (the first one of tomorrow) was an incredible find. Long-term readers of my ramblings will recall the discovery at the Montaigut brocante in the summer of 2008 of a parabolic heater attachment for the 920 series of Camping Gas bottles, together with an almost-full bottle. In the rubbish for the tip was a cooker attachment for the 920 series of bottles, complete with an almost-full bottle. I have issues about standardisation when I’m living in Caliburn and I’ve been trying to settle on a heater and cooker system that uses the same gas bottles. I’ve had to resort to those tube canister things with a stove and heater but they aren’t all that satisfactory. But with this find to go with the heater, I’m now set up exactly as I want.

Lieneke is here too and I went for a chat with her after I finished with Claude. It’s nice to see her again and we had a good old chinwag. after that I came home and lit the fire in the woodstove and got a nice roaring blaze after many tribulations. But then someone called me on the phone and kept me chatting for ages and the blasted thing went out.