Calling at the Casino for some fuel and the boulagerie in C\u00e9rences for some bread, I arrived at Terry’s for coffee and cake. <\/p>\n
A quick dismantle of the remote control showed that the battery wasn’t seating right. So I took 10 minutes to repair it properly and even made the warning light function – and that’s a first.<\/p>\n
All morning was spent sanding down the walls that we had filled yesterday. Terry had the machines and I was doing it by hand in the corners where the machines wouldn’t reach – Terry couldn’t do that because of his shoulder.<\/p>\n
By the time we stopped for lunch we were looking like snowmen.<\/p>\n
This afternoon we finished off the sanding, and then we had the cleaning. And I’m not sure which took the longer either. <\/p>\n
Final job was to sweep the chimney, which was blocked. This involved a trip around all of the neighbours until someone produced a brosse de ramonage<\/em> – Terry had packed his so well when he had moved house that he had no idea where it might have been.<\/p>\n Terry was up on the roof and I was down below holding the ladder and checking the fire.<\/p>\n By 17:00 I was totally finished off (remember that I had given up all of this work) and came home. First thing that I did was to have a shower (I forgot yesterday) and rinse my clothes of the plaster dust.<\/p>\n Second thing was .. errr … have a snooze, and until 20:00.<\/p>\n I’d had the remains of Liz’s apple flan for lunch, but Terry had sent me home with the remains of Sunday’s hot-pot so that was tea quickly organised. And just as well too because I’ve seized up, aching everywhere and in far too much pain to move.<\/p>\n But I’ve freed off a little now so I’ll go for a short walk around outside, just to say that I’ve been.<\/p>\n And then an early night – I reckon that I’ve deserved it.<\/p>\n
