… vivid dream last night, and I remember telling C\u00e9cile about it when I woke up. But 5 minutes later it had gone completely out of my head and C\u00e9cile hadn’t been paying too much attention to it anyway, so that’s one that got away.<\/p>\n
After breakfast I went to Marcillat en Combraille and recorded my Radio Anglais rock music programmes for Radio Tartasse – and have I got a belter of a live concert for the month of August – but more of that in due course. <\/p>\n
I was able to harvest a pile of radio programmes to put on the net, and then Liz and I did another series of radio programmes in the “Radio Anglais” series. <\/p>\n
However, we have a minor hitch – I forgot all about “On The Beach” and we ended up starting “identity controls”, and so we are now all out of synch. Ahh well …<\/p>\n
Back at Liz’s I gave Terry a hand to fit some of the windows into his new extension, and then we attacked the left-over pasta from yesterday.<\/p>\n
Down at Gerzat we recorded another 4 programmes for the Radio Arverne version of “Radio Anglais” and then Bernard arranged for all of the outstanding programmes held there to be copied onto my memory stick. <\/p>\n
But here’s an issue – his main computer wouldn’t recognise the stick. It seems, after investigation, that it’s formatted in RAW data and not in NTFS (or in FAT 32 either) and so we had to do a few manipulations in order to get the data onto it.<\/p>\n
Once I’ve taken the data off, I’ll have to reformat it all into FAT 32 or something.<\/p>\n
I gave Terry another hand back at Liz’s and then came back here to help C\u00e9cile carry on sanding down her ceiling. One of these days I might even be able to make a start on my house, and won’t that be nice?<\/p>\n
And talking of working on my house, Liz gave me a tub of really vicious weedkiller – something like the commercial variety of Agent Orange. <\/p>\n
I’ve been trying to avoid using weedkiller at any price on my land but I just can’t cope with the weeds and so on. <\/p>\n
There are some parts of my land that will be under black plastic sheeting and gravel or even tiles (looking at that lovely lot of tiles that Terry used on his new patio) and so, regrettable as it might be, I’m afraid that that is exactly what will be happening tomorrow morning, if the bad weather holds off.<\/p>\n
