Monday - well not a lot really. I painted the ceiling in the corridor - I thought it was already white, but apparently not - it was more yellow and encrusted with dog hair and soot. Hmm, lovely. I also managed to stand in the tray of paint when stepping off the ladder, washed my slipper as a result, and then ended up melting it on the woodburner hotplate (where I was trying to dry it). Meanwhile, Carpenter Henderson has continued his poulailler duties and I have to say it is coming on a treat, despite some people thinking it resembles a fruit & veg stall from Walford market. Here's some lovely pictures so you can see for yourself. The en-suite bathroom should go in tomorrow, and the wallpaper should go up the day after.
We also had the surveyor come and do a 'survey' on the old farmhouse. He was here all day, bless him, and didn't even let me make him a coffee (probably a good job as I don't drink the stuff, so no idea how it should taste). He didn't speak a word of English, but somehow we still all managed to have rather a fun and animated conversation about rude French & English hand gestures. If anyone wants lessons, I charge €35 an hour.
Tuesday - another quite dull day. Carpenter Henderson had a migraine in the morning, so I had to do quiet activities, which involved painting the skirting boards in the spare room whilst dodging used cat litter which Bobby insists on kicking all over the floor (I hope that doesn't put off any potential visitors). In the afternoon I painted the ceiling in the corridor again - you could still see soot! I also went to the local hardware store and was approached by a gentleman who asked me if I was English (he was). Feeling a little deflated at the fact that my duffel coat, walking boots and muddy jeans obviously didn't portray me as a local chic French woman, I became even more perplexed when he asked me what the French for 'jubilee clip' was. ?????? Needless to say I rushed home to see what a jubille clip was, and for those of you in any doubt, it is one of these:
Today, well, I didn't manage to find my way out of the duvet until 9.40am. Prepared a curry for the slow cooker and then went to buy bread. This afternoon I had a 'meeting' - now doesn't that make me sound grand! For some reason, during a moment of madness, I decided to volunteer for a local cat charity - similar to the Cats Protection League in the UK. I met two very lovely ladies, who between them are trying to educate people about neutering cats to control the feral population. They have very little funding and no resources, yet they are doing the best they can. I hope maybe I can help in some small way because anyone who knows me, knows how I love cats. And it breaks my heart to see how they are treated by some people, although I wonder sometimes if I really want to expose myself to such sadness - but then I guess if you can change just one person's attitude, and one cat's life for the better, then it has to be worth it. :o) Anyway, it was a lovely afternoon, and I was plied with tea in tiny little cups, and even more impressively with cake! Millefeuille to be precise. I left one very happy girl!
Anyway, my attention is not really here, but rather with the fact that Masterchef is on the TV, so I really must go. I bid you goodnight - sorry, I really am not very interesting today.....or any day! But rest assured, now Carpenter Henderson's chainsaw has arrived, things are bound to get more 'bloody' exciting soon........it's been nice knowing you.
Bonne nuit
Alison
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