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Wednesday 25th October 2017 – FIRST TODAY …

… in the freezer are some packs of lentil pepper and carrot curry. I made a huge batch this evening.

So many thanks to Terry who came round this mornng and helped me drag everything up into the apartment and drag all of the old stuff down into the back of Caliburn ready for the tip tomorrow.

And I’ll tell you something – and that is that Terry had to do most of the lifting on his own because I’m out of it. It’s hard to believe that it wasn’t all that long ago that I was hauling engines and gearboxes out of cars all on my own. Nowadays I can’t even walk up the stairs, never mind carry anything up with me.

Just for a change just recently, this morning I was awake long before the alarm went off. At 05:09 in fact. And I was up before the second alarm went off. That’s been a while since that happened.

I reckon that going for a walk before going to bed might be doing me some good.

And I was on my travels during the night too. In the company of TOTGA who made a welcome return. She was on her way to a hospital appointment in Munich but part of the motorway was closed off. As a result, she was hours late for her appointment, which mean tthat she wouldn’t be finished in time to come home. As a result I had to ring around to find a hotel for her to stay during the night, and then contact her to tell her what to do and where to go to stay the night.

For breakfast I made a pot of coffee. But here’s the bad news. The machine has a timer on it that switches off after 40 minutes. So when you go back for another cup at 09:00, it’s cold. That’s no good at all

When Terry and I had finished our efforts with the moving I invited him to lunch. There’s a fish and chios lace down in the town where we went for a coffee on Sunday, so we went today to try out the food. Good it is, but it’s flaming well expensive.

After Terry went home I crashed out. And a proper crash out it was too. I was in agony in every joint. Ingrid awoke me with a phone call and we chatted for nearly half an hour. Things aren’t going so well for her in the Auvergne and I hope that they improve.

With tea out of the way I went for a walk again. I hope that it tires me out and I can have another good sleep. Tomorrow, I’m off to the dechetterie and then to buy some frozen food.

Thursday 22nd December 2011 – NOW HERE’S A THING!

And this isn’t something that happens every day, is it? And it was so astonishing that it deserves to be reported.

As Caliburn and I roared up the steep winding hills around Clamecy in the early morning mist and rain, a French lorry actually pulled over into a lay-by to let us fly past. That has never happened before and it won’t ever happen again

I was right about the night though. It was most uncomfortable and I tossed and turned for practically all of it. I don’t think that I had much in the way of sleep at all.

It was probably well that I made an early start because I wasn’t going to be doing much else. And the coffee in the flask from yesterday was barely warm. That kind of thing won’t put me in the best of humours either.

On we shot to Brussels, and apart from our lorry-driver friend, the trip was fairly uneventful – that is, until I reached Charleroi.

I’m now in Brussels with a hiccupy Caliburn because, having been distracted for a few moments, I ended up putting a few litres of petrol into him by mistake in Charleroi before I realised.

It’s the ethanol-based fuel that has the yellow handle, not the diesel fuel in Belgium so I hope he won’t have too many ill effects.

Arriving at Marianne’s, I had a steaming mug of coffee thrust into my freezing cold mitt and that made me feel a lot better.