Gritting my teeth day….

Leaving Normal


Monday 16 February 2015

Brilliant sunshine then lots of rain
8 degrees rising to 12

Woke up early and wrote for an hour.  Worried that early typing activities are ruining my eyesight so turn up text to really large size. Have taken to doing eye exercises during my walks but this is somewhat hazardous as I am both short sighted and cross eyed and can’t actually see where I am walking.  May be better to do these whilst I am swimming as it is quite hard to fall over in the water.  People swim into one another all the time in our pool.

Had FB message from French guy (no idea at all who he is) who informed me that French is dying out in France and that English is taking over.  He quoted stats showing that English speaking countries have stronger economies and brighter futures.  I pointed out that…

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Why good ideas are not always good ideas

Friday 22 May 2015

Lovely and sunny 24 degrees

Was very noble and did lots of emails and ringing people.  The sun shone so walked the dog and the air was sweet with honeysuckle intermingling with acrid overtones of wild garlic and elder flowers.  Wild roses are strung with wild profusion on the banks and the common orchid stands proud in the low grasses, its pale blue spires seeming to glow against the darker growth surrounding.

 thankyou Leigh Evans

Went down town for some shopping and stopped for a coffee and cake and admired the decoration and arts magazines in the paper racks.  There are some stunning homes there. Need to do a bit of lottery winning.

Later on in the day, went to see a house with a lady for whom I have sold a number of properties over the years.  She has spent most of her life in Paris and loves to speak English but she was tired and so was I (it seems to have been a very long week) and so we started off in French and then went to English and then back again.  She has just evicted the tenant and the house was in a poor condition: light fittings ripped out and plugs hanging off the walls.  The base of the doors seemed to have been attacked by giant gnawing animals.  The damp in the toilet had reached the ceiling.  Some renovation had been done to the extent of removing any character from the place.  I suggested she repainted and put in a kitchen.  She thought she would repaint the outside and leave the kitchen as it was and I said it was up to her but spending money on a kitchen is always worthwhile.  We had tea and cake in her conservatory.  My jeans are getting tight.  Must stop the cake.

Back home and an opportunity to regret one of my ‘good ideas’.  They are inevitably hard work and occasionally, hell.  I had suggested a group Skype session and the first lady on is one I know and get on well with.  The second lady came on with an annoying buzzing sound in the back ground and was very boring and then another lady tried to come on and kept on cutting out.  Then the boring lady cut out too.  I felt very tired and thought I could be sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine.  One of the ladies said she had made elderflower cordial. I looked up this recipe and am going to have a go

http://www.thegraphicfoodie.co.uk/2009/06/recipe-elderflower-cordial-without.html  thank you Graphic Foodie

A grand day out

Thursday 21 May 2015

Sunny periods 22 degrees

Up at the crack of dawn to the dentists.  Blissfully unaware that a bridge involved removing the two crowns on either side of my previously ulcerated tooth.  Involved a lot of knocking and ghastly, stomach churning crunching.  He knows I am chicken so he gave me some anesthesia even though there were no live nerves in the vicinity.  He then made some resin ‘dents provisoires’ and released me.  I gave a lady a lift back to my town and was ashamed at the state of the car – OH’s fishing/DIY junkyard.

Arrived back in town just in time to meet the diagnostics guy who had come to look at the top rental unit and then to go on an estimation.  Beautiful old stone house with existing gite, space for two studios and, amazingly considering its location, a hectare of land with the most wonderful views of our little town.  The lady owner had an unnerving habit of invading my personal space and, when I backed off, grabbing me by the elbow.  Her lapdog kept licking my toes.  It was a bit off putting to say the least.  I was muttering ‘stop it, you little shit-zu’

Had a pop into the fripperie and found a lovely Marks and Sparks white cotton dress and a voile tunic in various shades of turquoise – two euros for the two!  Had a coffee and met up again with the diagnostiqueur who said he wouldn’t charge me as I had put so much work his way.  Now that is what I call appreciation!  Was very happy.  Went home and had lunch of spinach, orange segments and tuna with freshly grated black pepper over.  Was very good.

Continue to have emails and posts from members of the group who cant find the newsletter in their inboxes.  Feel like going in a corner and shrieking.   Happily, had arranged to go and see a new member who lives about a half hour away.  She and her husband bought a wreck and have done sterling work to make it a comfortable and authentically restored family home.  Lovely garden and potager and wonderful views; a red kite soared above us and the dogs got on like a house on fire and tore around the garden for a good two hours.  We talked crafting and families and it was delightful to make a new friend and have an afternoon as myself and not having to watch what I said and try and pick up on the subtext of what was being said.

Back home and felt energised.  Picked many strawberries and blasted the browning haricot leaves with some copper fungicide.  So many snails – threw them over the wall.  Dog snored loudly and twitched on the mat.  Watched some Chelsea Flower show.  After my experience with just doing a small garden at the Tatton Flower Show, I can tell you dear readers that the amount of stress and expense is huge.  I would not have missed it for the world but would never again do it on my own and without a backer.  Would love to do Chelsea as head of a team and with funding.  That would be just awesome.

The newsletter takes flight!

Wednesday 20 May 2015

Torrential showers
15 degrees

Woke up late and in a fog.  Rain hammering down.  Who needs to go back to the UK? Decided today was the day to do the newsletter I have been going on about for months. Signed into Mail Chimp and entered in all the articles submitted by members, popped in some photos and added opening and closing messages.  Send out test emails and it looks good.

OH rang and said crossing had been terrible and there were a lot of green people on the boat.  He had booked the car in for a service.

Wrote to the accountant and said I was very unhappy that he had signed me up to a centre de gestion for which I had to pay over 300 euros without having either asked my permission, notified me or offered any explanation.

At 2.30 the newsletter was finished and I received by email the draft compromis and powers of attorney for the NZ ladies – too late now to explain everything to them and get the POA’s signed so had to go down town (avoiding the bar owner) and tell the notary to delay until next week.

Rang SFR to ask why my mobile bill was so high and discovered that sending texts to UK was costing me 30 cents a shot.  Must stop sending texts to Ms Noddi.

Walked dog.  Had coffee with American lady who is good in small doses.  She is like a clockwork entertainment centre – wind her up and off she goes.  We had coffee and cake in the lovely cake shop and she rattled on for an hour and a half and then I started to feel the urge to go.  Her conversation is rather like the conveyor belt from the game show which used to be hosted by Bruce Forsyth – the only things I tend to remember are the start, the end and the particularly bizarre bits in the middle.  Most entertainingly, she has put a sign on her door saying that the house is for sale because the neighbour is a complete arse – the new buyer must be ‘cool’ or ‘con’.  The Mayor freaked out when he saw it and said to take it down as otherwise the neighbour (who is actually bonkers) would come and see him and give him hassle.

Back home, refreshed and slightly wired from the coffee and discovered five million emails from people, saying they hadn’t got the newsletter or they now wanted to sign up for it.  I have been banging on about the newsletter since January.  Aaaaargggghhhh

WF rang and said he had failed his second driving test.  Apparently he is still driving too close to the centre of the road and messed up the parallel parking.  OH and I both took three goes to get through – RJ passed first time.  One of my failure was doing an emergency stop that the Examiner didn’t expect and he nearly went through the window and another was reversing into a kerb.  At least he now has another job and can pay for more lessons to iron out his problems with road positioning.

Grim news and something funny from the past

Monday 18 May 2015

Sunny periods
23 degrees

Spoke to the owners of the llama farm and they said, categorically, that they were exhausted by the whole debacle and wanted to withdrawn their house from sale for the foreseeable future.  All that time, effort and angst for nothing then and not a centime earned. Rang up the new buyers and the man was absolutely distraught and said ‘shit’ many times. Too fed up to write today so here is something I wrote a while ago

Our eldest has recently left home to work on a campsite in Provence and it has been very pleasant.  I have cleaned his room, removed vast quantities of old yoghourt pots, spoons, beer bottles and screwed up paper.  I have extracted all the rolled up socks and reeking tee shirts from underneath the bed and behind the wardrobe.  I emptied all the cigarette butts and papers and fragments of tobacco from the chest of drawers.  I organised the bookshelves and installed my craft books.  A roll of toilet paper lasts more than a day.

When kids are at home, you feel obliged to lead by example – getting up early, doing housework and not watching telly during the day.  We have slipped a little in our standards.  We have siestas.  We watch Bargain Hunt with our lunches on trays.  Our youngest came back from Uni in the UK and the loo roll still lasts more than a day.  The house stays relatively clean and tidy, or so we thought.

Last Friday I came home early in the mid-afternoon.  The sudden heat wave, with temperatures of over 35 degrees, had blasted both the locals and the tourists from the streets and our local town was as dead as Tucson before the shoot-out starts.  I was lolling in a very pleasant torpor on the sofa, watching tennis and feeling zapped, when the telephone rang.  It was RJ and he was sounding very pleased with himself.  He had a new girlfriend and wanted to bring her home for the weekend.  I looked around at the front room and was traumatised.  The doors looked like they had been eaten by rats – paint loving rats.  Dribbles of tea had mysteriously spread themselves generously over a really well-lit wall.  The ironing mountain had reached epic heights.  We needed to do a ‘big shop’.   At least we had loo roll.   This was a real quandary.  He had only brought home one other girlfriend in all of his nearly 22 years.

We were galvanised into action.  OH (husband) seized a cloth and bucket and went outside to clean the windows.  Our youngest, WF, was extracted from his room and given the Hoover to wield.  I set to work on the tea dribbles.  We have a poele a bois like most of the locals – this is a sturdy wood burning stove and provides an economic means of heating as we have a lot of trees on our land.  I knew that all fuel burning systems give out a certain amount of dirt and dust but hadn’t quite realised how much of it makes its way onto the walls.  The sunny cream of our front room had turned, over a period of a couple of years, into a rather dingy beige.  I started to wipe off the tea stains; they were resistant.  I got the wire ball from the kitchen sink and applied it with gusto.  The paint came off the wall.  OH was not pleased.

WF, puce with effort and overheated by the lack of good insulation in our loft space which renders the bedrooms on the hot end of toasty in the summer, and arctic in the winter, came downstairs, trailing the Hoover lead behind him.  He paused in surprise and asked why on earth I was washing the walls.  I replied I was washing off the tea stains and stood back to admire my handiwork.  To my horror, the part of the wall I had washed was now restored to sunny yellow and the rest was still beige.  I had to spend the next hour washing the rest of the wall and hope no-one noticed that I hadn’t done the part above the telly.  WF assured me that  it just looked like ‘shading’ and our surprise guest probably wouldn’t even notice.

We paused for a cup of tea and pondered sleeping arrangements.  We decided they probably did want to share a room (and hoped Grandma wasn’t paying attention from her snowy cloud) and OH went up into our loft and found a spare mattress.  The spiders had enjoyed the mattress and more cleaning was required.

RJ rang at 11 pm to say they had only got as far as Toulouse (2.5 hours away) so we went to bed and slept fitfully.  They arrived sometime in the night and WF let them in.

The next day dawned and I saw a small red 205 parked in our courtyard.  There were contact lenses in the bathroom and, when I peeked through their door, I saw RJ on the mattress and the girlfriend, a shock of dark hair spread on the pillow, in RJ’s bed.  I made a cup of tea and relayed this information to OH.  WF was flat out and not ready to give any interesting further information.

RJ had told us that his new lady had a BTS in Esthetique and had done the makeup for runway models.  I went into the bathroom and surveyed my reflection.  I looked like the mad cat woman who tried to rent a room with Flanders in one episode of the Simpsons.  I recently went to my hairdresser and said I would like my hair to be wavy and not short.  I have known Martine for seven years now and we get along very well.  She said she would make me look young and beautiful.  She said that I should trust her; frankly I should have had misgivings because the last hairdo she gave me made me look like Mireille Mathieu.  She very meanly started at the back of my head and by the time she reached the side, it was too late.  My hair, which had been pooling in my collar bones, was now just covering my ears.  Martine then proceeded to put in the perm rollers and gave me some magazines, full of pictures of women with lovely hairdos who, I presume, were as young and beautiful as I was going to be.

I am now very curly – the effect is of a halo (on a good day).  During the night, it often goes completely flat on one side and I have to rewet it to get the ‘desired’ effect.  People who haven’t seen me in a while are often surprised.

I quick-showered, wound a towel tightly around my head, put on my dressing gown, and marched into the kitchen.  Everyone else was up and dressed, including the new girlfriend, who had also put on full makeup.

She was tiny and looked like a cross between Bjork and Kirsten Dunst.  We both felt shy and I escaped upstairs to get dressed.  I found OH hiding in a bedroom.

OH has been studying French for the last two years and has proved surprisingly resistant to both grammar and pronunciation.  Now it was crunch time.  We went downstairs and OH kissed her appropriately and then declared

‘bizarre!’

There was a confused silence as T tried to take in what this could possibly mean and RJ took in my new hairstyle.

OH regrouped:

‘ah, no!  Bonjour I mean….’

They stayed the weekend and it was lovely – we had a day out at the seaside, ate tapas  and played cricket.  OH made a real effort to speak French and we laughed a lot.  I am happy to report that T ate like a horse, is capable of drinking us under the table and kissed and hugged us goodbye with genuine affection.  They have now moved in together…  could I become a mother in law?  Is it all too early?  Will she manage to organise and motivate RJ a way neither he or we could?  Watch this space….

I AM SHOCKED BUT NOT STIRRED

Tuesday 19 May 2015

So much rain – what on earth is going on?  This is May after all

Day started horrifically early when OH leaped out of bed at 6 am and started running around the house and not being able to find stuff.  Dog put his paws over his head and tried to pretend it wasnt happening.  At 7 he left and dog and I were already worn out.  By 7.30 OH had rung to say that the windscreen wipers had packed in and he was having to drive at speed in order to force the rain off the windscreen.  By some miracle he arrived at the ferry port in one piece.  Terrible forecast for Bay of Biscay.

Spent day sorting out paperwork.  Walked dog.  At 5.30 I had had enough of my own company and went down town.  The sun had made an appearance and I bought a Arts et Decoration magazine and settled down with a shandy to read it.  The local bar was packed with Brits and the owner, also a Brit came and joined me on the terrace.  He kicked off by telling me how professional I was and how everyone spoke well of me.  I know that some of the local agents hate my guts, but kept quiet about this fact.  He told me about the landscape gardening business he was setting up and offered to buy me another shandy.  I said ‘why not’.  Some other people hovered around – one of them, an Australian with exactly the same birthday as me, came out and rolled a fag and leered.  It suddenly occurred to me how much he resembled Father Jack from the wonderful Father Ted TV series.  A Frenchman came along and the bar owner asked how he was and he replied ‘mustn’t grumble’ – hilarious.  He is obviously spending far too much time with Brits.  He also knows ‘sick as a parrot’.

The bar owner supped his pint reflectively and changed tack.  He told me that he was quite happy for his wife to have affairs as it put spice back into their marriage.  I was really shocked as I could not imagine this of his wife, who I thought I knew very well.  He said she has affairs periodically and then comes back and tells him all about it.  His wife, busy behind the bar, smiled and waved.  I started to regret saying I would have another shandy and started to drink it quickly.  He then said what an attractive lady I was and he also had affairs, though what he had told me was strictly between us.  I went from being shocked to being traumatised.

The voice in my head, which had been saying ‘WTF and what the hell is he thinkin of’ said ‘time to go’ so I did.

Dreamed that I had gone to help out on a farm and the farmer expected me to sleep on a patch of grass under some ropy canvas and with a pile of manure within smelling distance. I woke up annoyed and saying I wanted a bedroom of my own, or he could find another mug to do the job.

Doing battle with the greenery


The phone rang and woke me up and I lay in bed, running through the various people it could be – offers? cancellations? people in flat cant make the hot water come on?  Children with disastrous news (boys only ring when there is monumental news to give or they need money) but in fact it was a lady with an immense property for sale.  She had seen the ad I had put out a couple of months ago and left a message.  Didn’t recognise the Departement dialling code.  Went back to bed and drank tea.  Wagtails running along the crest of the barn roof.  The confused owl still hooting.  Small white clouds floating across the top of the window view.


Had breakfast and realised with a shock it was only 10 am.  On looking at the Planting by the Moon calendar, I see that today is good for fruits so I plant tomatoes, Crimea Black and Cherry, piments, peppers, haricots, choux and epinard.  The strawberries are still ripening so we eat them ‘sur place‘.  OH chops some bamboo out of the bamboo forest and makes some more supports for the raspberries, of which I have both Summer and Autumn fruiting varieties bought from B n Q by OH on a trip many moons ago and they are rampantly healthy, never a malady, and give huge crops.


The bamboo is a good 25 feet high and grows at the edge of the river that forms the boundary of our property.  It grows on runners underneath the soil and emerges as vicious spikes like giant thorns out of the earth.  The spike grows about 9 cms a day in hot weather. A thin spill of bamboo then emerges.  You have to keep mowing them to keep them down.


Have lunch of yesterday’s chicken and some epinard and followed by fresh navel oranges from Spain.  There is nothing like a navel orange, tart and juicy and full of vitamin C.  OH then goes fishing and I put a leg of lamb on to cook with garlic tucked under the skin, some sprigs of rosemary lain on top and a coating of honey.  I have foil cook bags so everything just cooks away on a very low heat for hours and the flavours infuse properly.  


As well as planting by the moon, I also pay attention to companion planting or ‘planting by association’.  Some plants love being next to one another and some absolutely hate having their roots in the same soil as another plant.  


Here is a link if you want to look before you plant


http://potagic.net/en/tips-trics-for-gardening/400-overview-of-positive-and-negative-plant-associations-in-a-vegetable-gardenhttp://potagic.net/en/tips-trics-for-gardening/400-overview-of-positive-and-negative-plant-associations-in-a-vegetable-garden

I did test out an association which was listed as bad and the cabbage next to the bad association suffered whilst that next to the good one, thrived.  Pondered on the good and bad associations in my life and the necessity of being with positive, dynamic and exciting people.

Had rest in deckchair and dog attempted to knock over my cup of tea; his forté.

I have a variegated honeysuckle which is strangling the herb bed.  Battle for two hours and manage to cut most of it back, make the topiary bay tree reappear and get out most of the weeds.  Decide to award myself glass of white and OH reappears early (too much water in the river) and so we eat for 8 pm and watch a new BBC series Jonathan Strange and Mr Morell, which is just as terrible as the book which I abandoned part way through.

Election fever grips the capital….

Monday 30 March 2015

13 degrees
Light drizzle followed by heavy drizzle

This made me laugh – although unlikely to have been by the Mayor himself, the wildly shaggy haired Boris Johnson, sadly lacking from Have I Got News for You since he decided to get serious.

So parliament has been dissolved, the General Election set for May 7th and everyone is looking very happy about it

David Cameron, Nick Clegg and Ed Milliband

Ed seems to feel that his genitalia are under threat.  If you are looking for serious political analysis, by the way, you really are in the wrong place.  My analysis of the election will largely extend to amusing pictures and cock ups.
Lots of enquiries and everyone seems to want to come when we are on holiday.  OH takes the idea of moving the holiday very badly and starts waving hands in the air like angry sea anemone.  Say OK we will stick with it.  I cant be bothered with holidays.  I would rather stay here and do some gardening and writing and fiddle around with my crafting stuff but no, we have to spend hours in the car going somewhere hot, stay in a hotel which is stuffy and where I have to listen to him snoring all night, and drink and eat too much.  I usually feel exhausted when I get back, although it is good for clearing up the stress related eczema which is now all over my elbows and neck and driving me bonkers.
My Russians say they will be back to sign the reservation contract on the 14 April and the sellers have found a house in Murcia and, fortunately, they are speaking on Skype when I ring up so I manage to speak to them on broadcast.
Spend the morning trying to find property for the buyer who wanted to buy the house that the Russians have now agreed on, and they reject everything.  The problem is that when people fix on a house, they want to find something else which is identical, and it can take years before they let go.  This happened twice in 2013 and both sets of buyers are still looking.  As Del Boy (Fools and Horses) would say ‘fortune favours the brave’.  If you love something, you just have to dive in and then figure out the rest later.  If you are not brave enough to dive in, then perhaps the time and the action are just not right for you.
Go swimming later on in the day and the pool is almost empty, apart from a really annoying woman who swims so fast on her lengths that I am absolutely breathless in trying to keep up with her.  Do my 30 lengths in record time.  She is still shooting up and down the pool like an automaton whilst I take a breather, sit in the bubbles and look at my stomach bouncing about.  I have been eating bread again and look six months pregnant with the two kilos gained right on my front.
A french client contacts me about a house which has just come back onto the market, after having been reserved for a period of six months, at the expiration of which it transpired the buyer couldnt get the loan.  She says she knows the house and loves it but could only afford to pay 90% of the asking price.   It is an expensive house and this represents rather a lot of money.  I ask her if she wants to come and see it again, and she says she will talk to her husband.  This property, a stunning water mill, I used to have on exclusive contract. I found a buyer almost immediately, at a sum thirty percent in excess of what is now being asked.  The seller dilly dallied at paying for the necessary reports and insisted on having their own notaire, with the result that the buyers who had waited a month to sign, had to return to the States.  By the time they got off the boat, they had changed their minds and now we are two years down the road and it is still not sold. A voir, as they say over here.
Watched the end of The Tempest and was surprised to find that I enjoyed it.  OH was in deep sleep.

Infamy, infamy and we are running out of wood

Periods of heavy drizzle
13 degrees

We are nearly out of wood and the holidays are two weeks away.  The idea was that we would get back from holiday and not need any more wood because it will be May, and in the way of May, would be lovely and warm.  OH has taken to looking at the old beams in the barn and we may have a reprise of Angela’s Ashes over the next few days.  Wet weather continues.  Last May was cold and wet.  The weather has definitely gone downhill over the 11 years we have been out in Europe but has still a way to go to be as bad as it was where we lived in the UK.

I go and see the doctor and show him my itchy elbow and neck and alas, he says it is psoriasis and is often caused by stress.  I have been stressed by sitting in his waiting room for over an hour whilst the previous patient waffled on about nothing in particular and left, looking in the best of health.  He suggests I take up a calming activity such as yoga or meditation.  I say I don’t feel that stressed and he says my body is feeling it and showing it. I also show him the strange mole type thing on my chest and he says I will have to go and see a dermatologist and, no, he doesn’t think it is a skin cancer.  My mammogram form arrives in the post.  Infamy, infamy; they’ve all got it in for me….  I google psoriasis and there are some truly revolting pictures.

On the work front, I go back and take on market the beautiful domaine and holiday home property south towards the mountains.  A return of investment of 10% is possible but the buyer will need to have deep pockets to purchase it.  I take the dog with me and we have a stagger around a muddy field.  The options for running off are limited because there is a whopping, pounding river at the end of the field, and barbed wire all around.  Alas, the coffee shop in the next village is closed so I go back home, have quick lunch and then down to the rental units with OH.

OH has been working in the rental unit now since the beginning of the year and it is still a long way from being finished.  I arrive and do some cleaning and then look at what is meant to be going where in the kitchen area.  Basically, there is not enough room to fit in a washing machine and it is going to have to go in the newly created cupboard (now complete with new, narrow door).  We do some measuring and the only other alternative is to move the sink, which is currently fixed to the wall, and with huge holes in the back where OH has made access to the pipes for the washing machine.  I ask why the washing machine pipes are behind the sink and am told I know nothing, and I have never plumbed in a washing machine.  I should have kept a closer eye on this project.  It will never be finished before we go away.  I wanted to put it on market for Easter.  When, and if, we go back to the UK, I am paying registered artisans to do the work in the house, even if I have to work full time to fund it.

The seller of the town house which is the subject of much wrangling by the two buyers rings me with some news.   Her advocate says she must sign with the other agency or she will be in trouble.  My would be buyers send me a letter they have received from their advocate, saying because my buyers are cash and the other ones aren’t, then the sellers have a legitimate reason to withdraw from their engagement with the other buyers. Her advocate has asked to see the copy of the reservation contract signed by the other buyers, with the other agency.

A sale that is still lingering from last year has suddenly acquired some life.  The new owner has applied for change of use and the notice has to be posted in the window of the house for 2 months, during which time the Mayor or a bailiff must pass and see that it is correctly posted and then locals have the right to object.  A problem is that the owner’s father, who is an alcoholic and either in the bars or asleep, is alone at the house and I cannot rely on him to put up the notice.  The owner’s mother is with her adult children in Oz and the owner lives in China.  Great.  I will have to enlist the aide of a local lady who is friends with the family.

 

New Year and heading into the unknown…

echnology is a wonderful thing when it works. The main computer has gotten itself into a real mess and is operating at teenager with chores speed. On looking at programmed tasks, I discover that the weekly defragmentation is set for 1 am rather than 1 pm and consequently it hasn’t been defragged in about six years. Oops. On setting it to analyse, it takes about an hour to do 10% so OH goes down to the rental units and I try and load some new properties. My laptop is also very slow and a speed test shows we are down to .4 of a giga. Ring up the provider and wail. She says she will do a manipulation and the speed goes up to 1.4 for about 20 minutes.

Leaving Normal

Thursday 1 January 2015

-4 crispy and crunchy and sparkly

Quick breakfast and take dog around the lake.  The water has a egg shell sheen that is only seen in Winter when the water crystals are semi frozen.  Not a breath of wind.  Small coots jerk across the silken surface.  A dozen or so joggers pass us by.  The dog has recovered from the overdose of worming tablets given to him by OH yesterday and seems to have stopped eating grass and vomiting.

When we were first married, and in possession of our first dog, the dog medicine lived in the same box as ours.  Stumbling downstairs with many a Saturday morning crushing hangover, I am convinced that OH has had many more worming tablets than any of our dogs.  He has a nice, shiny coat too.

I get a message from owners of the house I will be revisiting…

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