We are all going through various stages of the clear up processes after the storms and floods. In my case that included a rather handsome Frenchman in his short shorts arriving today with his ladder in order to repair my roof. As he trotted up the ladder (it is a very high roof) he removed a couple of tiles so he had somewhere level to put his foot . He then investigated the flashing round the chimney, a common source of problems, however this time he had a problem he didn't anticipate. As he put his foot down a swarm of wasps came out! So there he was hopping and swatting around and being stung with no means of escape other than to swing round onto the ladder again. My heart was in my mouth as I watched him teetering around on the roof''s edge. Fortunately all was well and a visit to the local shop for a 'bombe' put paid to the flying menaces. Four and a half hours and a very reasonable bill later all was done. It only took that long because the tiles from the new roof over my part of the building and the older roof over my tenant's part had been cemented together. French workers locally get a lot of flack but I couldn't fault this one.

 Having had some conversations with Tattercoats and having beyne most porely and confyned to bed I decided to embark on a journey of discoverye to ye former abode of the much lamented Lady Jane. 

  

    

   
 

Last Sunday it rained. In fact some said there was a mini tornado. The lightning flashed and thunder crashed overhead so dramatically that the house shook.

Just thought I'd share a few pictures of our being extras in a medieval documentary about the killing of the protestants around the time of the St Bartholomew's Day massacre.

No this isn't about Sego and Sarko

If you thought I was about to go into disclosures about my love life such as it is or isn't then you're in for a disappointment, however I do confess to a temporary infatuation where I lost my heart and my senses completely.

Our medieval group continues to practise our little scenes for the big tourist events in the summer. These scenes have the somewhat bawdy humour of

In case you think it is always raining here we had a couple of glorious days this week with clear skies, warm sun and a balmy warm wind like the best of July days back in Bristol. Of course here July is likely to be sweltering and stormy. but yippee....




 
 

This is just so you don't think I've suddenly disappeared off the edge of the known world, however, communications have been an issue - Mercury retrograde anyone? ( Read more... )<lj-cut

D's plane landed at Limoges in a flurry of snow - very spectacular and no problem about keeping the haggis frozen until we got back to the Auberge. A last minute call confirmed that we had found a bagpipe player. I danced a jig round the hall when I heard. I was quite ridiculously pleased 
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