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Wednesday 16th January 2019 – THIS HAS PROBABLY …

… been one of my more uneventful days.

The most exciting thing that happened was probably the little nocturnal ramble that took me off during the night.

There was something going on at the side of the road – a party or something of that kind with a lot of vehicles parked up on the side of the road. There was something of a queue of traffic as vehicles tried to negotiate the obstructions so we had plenty of time to see what was going on. The queue cleared but I was still interested in what was goign on and the girl driving the car behind was too. But suddenly I looked in the mirror and saw a huge line of vehicles coming up the hill behind us. I shouted at this girl that if we didn’t get a move on, we’d be stuck in thie queue of traffic for ever. So we set off but came almost to an immediate stop. Some girl was directing traffic up a side road and I had almost missed her. The lane was very winding and narrow and I reckoned that anything big like a bus or a lorry would never find its way up there. But we ended up in a cafe waiting for the politicians to do something. And we’d been there for 20 hours so I said to this girl that if things didn’t happen soon I’d be going. I explained that I was quite able to sit around for days as I have done in the past and it wasn’t an issue, but I just didn’t think that they were ever going to come up with a solution. I’d said this very quietly, but a guy sitting on an adjacent table (who bore a surprising resemblance to Garrick) leant over and asked if I really thought that nothing was going to happen about this. I was quite astonished, and pretty well embarrassed too that someone had overheard me under these circumstances.

The alarms went off as usual but it took me a little while to raise myself from the bed. There was the usual morning performance, and after that I applied myself to the photos. And that is where I’ve spent the greater part of the day.

There was an interruption while I wrote a letter to the Belgian Post Office. While I was searching through my papers the other day I made a startling discovery that can only be to my advantage.

But it’s nice to have a working printer where I can just press “print” and it spews out a document on demand. A simple thing like this has moved me on up to another level.

casino plat gousset granville manche normandy franceWe had lunch of course, and the usual two walks.

For a change, I went the other way round and took the afternoon walk around the walls of the medieval town. The tide was quite high so there was no-one about on the beach at the Plat Gousset.

And you can see how miserable the day was by looking at the damp mist away over Donville-les-Bains

There was also a break of a couple of hours between 17:00 and 19:00 when I took to my bed. As I have said before … “and on many occasions too” – ed … I’m becoming very disappointed with all of this.

Tea was more oven chips and the rest of yesterday’s baked beans, with a curry-and-pavot burger. It was quite nice too and made a pleasant change.

When I went out for my evening walk later, the rain had arrived. And consequently, to add insult to injury, I was rather wet … “no surprise here” – ed…. by the time that I returned.

And on both my perambulations I was totally alone too out there too. I’ve not seen anyone and not spoken to anyone today.

And that’s basically it. That’s not the kind of day that I like.

But another kind of thing that I don’t like is that a few weeks ago 117 Tory MPs voted against Mrs Mayhem.
Last night, 118 of them voted against Mrs Mayhem’s plans.
This evening, they all thought that she was doing a good job.
When they put their own jobs and their own pockets ahead of their own consciences and what is best for the country, you know that these people are not fit to be in charge of the country.

Nothing but a bunch of unprincipled rogues.

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Wednesday 1st July 2015 – NOW, HERE’S A THING

Regular readers of this rubbish will recall that I have a solar shower. It’s an old enamel shower base with a wooden frame built around it and infilled with corrugated plastic roofing sheets. On top of it is a black plastic box filled with water and connected to a shower standpipe and covered with an old caravan window.

It all sits outside absorbing the heat from the sun and a couple of times a week I can have a shower. Some times though, I have to put a few litres of hot water into it to bring up the water to a comfortable temperature.

Today, though, this was the first time, so my records tell me, that I have EVER had to put cold water into it in order to cool it down to a comfortable temperature. It’s thoroughly crazy, this temperature. And even with the cold water in there, it was still flamin’ ‘ot.

Mind you, it wasn’t like that this morning. It was all overcast and cloudy. Not good weather at all, even though it was hot. And I’d left the electricity on all night and had the fan going in the bedroom to cool me down while I slept.

I was on my travels too. back at school, school uniform and all. Properly back at school although, strangely enough, I didn’t recognise any of my fellow pupils. One person who was there though was Zero whom I mentioned the other day. What’s she doing at my school?

This morning after breakfast I cracked on with the radio programmes – doing the additional notes for the Radio Arverne sessions. The first lot is half-done and I’ll finish off the rest tomorrow. Then I can start on the second show.

And ironically, by pure and utter coincidence, a major topic has appeared right out of nowhere and landed on my laptop as it were. Something very important and very topical. “A sign from the Gods” I said, and stashed it away ready for use in a week or so.

I was interrupted by the postie who brought me my circular saw. “What happened yesterday?” I asked her, and she gave me a blank look. It seems that although La Poste promises to deliver on a certain date, it receives the parcels at the central tri, in my case at St Eloy, but they don’t come out to the Post Office at Pionsat until the following day. Meantime, to cover their tracks with Amazon, they pretend to have delivered the products the previous day.

Thoroughly dishonest.

After lunch, I attacked the bathroom door. It’s now sanded down so that it fits, a washer stuck in between the top and bottom halves of the hinges so that it doesn’t scrape the floor, and the mortise latch for the door is now fitted and the handles are attached.

Even more so, the closer in the door frame has been chiseled out and the closer frame fitted, so we now have a door that opens and closes properly. This really is progress.

Tomorrow I have to drill out the bottom of the door for the air vent and cut down a floorboard or two to make all of the door jambs. When that’s all done, I can mask everywhere off and varnish all of the wood.

But it is so impressive, this door. I’m well-pleased with that.

Then I had my shower, and went off to Marcillat. It seems that I’ve been co-opted onto the management committee of Radio Tartasse and I’m not sure why. Clearly something’s afoot, and I’m not talking about that thing on the end of my leg either.

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