Well this really has been a crap day! Started OK with getting up and preparing to go to Confolens to Skype with Abi. But we needed to wait for the mobile bread lady at about 10am as we’d no breakfast stuff. So it seemed like a good idea to get stuck into further paper stripping and wall washing. So I set about clearing the remaining paper from the rear kitchen wall and the scrubbing the wall and the greasy floor beneath. Quite a good result and also energetic.
Then came to toot toot from the bread lady. I got the croissant and Nigel made the coffee. A quick breakfast and off to Confolens.
Amazingly Abi was online waiting for us and I tried to advise her on what she should do about the student finance stuff. Tried to connect to our account from here but failed. Spoke to Sammy too and she’s going to Brunel on Saturday to see Abi and will call in Glen Rock this week to check our post and see if there is anything for Abi. Abi has a ‘reading week’ beginning Monday 7th November and this caused discussion between Nigel and I about when we might return to the UK. I’d thought we’d be going back in time for Brownies on the 10th and he was definitely not ready to return before the end of the 18th. I’d also planned for SS on 14th.
Tried to send an open offie file, of our antics so far, but it wouldn’t respond properly and finally gave up.
Nigel was trying to look at telephone/internet services from the Chez Rib location using his mobile phone. Later I suggested we use my computer, but by then the battery was almost out and eventually it shut down. A little stress between Nigel and I because of the possible cost of internet/phone access in Chez Rib and me not wanting to commit to a monthly outlay when we’d not be there for most of the time.
Jane telephoned to say she’d sorted out the ‘Clause tontine’ and we needed to visit the Notaire to sign a document.
Back to Chez Rib (Bricomarche and Intermarche both closed for lunch so no shopping done). Likely to rain so Nigel wanted to sort the drainage from house B into the gully under the road. I was a little while in the house A trying to clear more wallpaper and feeling a bit down too.
Nigel asked me to help cut back the Rosemary plant and the Forsythia, which I did. I also save the Rosemary to dry and take back to the UK as we don’t have any there.
Then I went to give Albert some lettuce and couldn’t find him. Asked Nigel to look and we still couldn’t find him. Could he have got out of the gate? No, we didn’t think so. Could he have got under the stones we’d placed around the water meter? Probably not, but we lifted them anyway. I started crawling around the garden, Nigel looked under bushes, dug where Albert was last seen … I cried, wondered if he’d got out of the enclosed garden and so wandered into the ditch, rear garden, looked across at the sun flower field … and so on.
An example of Albert
hiding – although this was another time.
It seemed like for ever, the rain had started and was now falling heavily and I was getting very wet. Suddenly, again crawling around on hands and knees in the mud, I caught a glimpse, just below the surface of what might be his shell, quite close to where we’d last seen him! I lifted him gently, tears flowing with relief now. Then told him off and took him indoors to his box of hay and a little warm and dry.
Back to the garden to help Nigel with the drainage. It was really raining quite heavily now and I was getting wetter than ever. The drainage concept was working but needs some more work yet.
Nigel went to check the barn for leaks and I came to make a hot cup of tea. I dried my t-shirt and hair with a hand towel from the kitchen. Then I heard a buzzing near my ear. I wafted my hands around my hair and screamed. Went outside and could still hear the noise. I fluffed my hair again and then saw a hornet fall from it to the ground. I screamed again! No one came to my rescue, so I went inside and poured a neat Pastis! Nigel returned and asked if that was Tea I was drinking. I had made tea, honest. He’d not heard my screams. Nigel lit the wood burner and I tried to calm down. This was all too much for me in one day.
Nigel cooked cauliflower, drained from the water and added some cheese, butter and paprika. The water went back in the pan and he added squash and leek which is in preparation for a soup for tomorrow. While he did this, I stripped more wallpaper from the kitchen and washed the wall with cleaner. Washed the floor there too and felt that I’d achieved something. More to do tomorrow!
The Cauliflower cheese was good, some wine and here I am writing about the events of the day, slightly less stressed than I was earlier. Nearly 11pm now and time for bed. Night night.