Edited by Cathy Winsor, Sunday, 13 Nov 2011, 11:46
It was still raining this morning, Philip bribed me with an espresso and piece of chocolate to go and speak to the conservatory people, to get a date for the start of the construction. The conservatory man, Pascal, is such a nice chap, always stressed and behind with his jobs, I really didn't want to stress him further; however, it is nearly eight months since we paid our deposit, so I set off into town. I am always assigned tasks that require speaking in French, not because my French is better than Philip's, but I am quite happy to speak bad French and he isn't. I was lucky to find Pascal in his workshop. I hung around next to the machinery while he rang the supplier to ask when the aluminium would be delivered, no answer, so we are no nearer to finding out. It wasn't a wasted visit though as I asked if he could incorporate a cat flap into the design and he agreed to that, so the cats will be able to enjoy the conservatory and we can stop them bringing mice into the rest of the house by closing the intervening doors.
It finally stopped raining late this afternoon, so I abandoned my sewing project and Philip climbed down off his ladder where he'd spent most of the day, (still filling in holes around the windows with polyfiller) and we walked the circuit, a circular path that conveniently starts from the end of our lane and climbs up a steep hill where we get spectacular views across to the Pyrenees, though today the mountains were hidden by thick cloud. It will be interesting to see how much snow there is when the skies clear tomorrow. As we walked we discussed potential plots and storylines for my unwritten book. We'd recently read and enjoyed the Martin Beck detective series, Philip thought a combined effort might work, we could write alternate chapters like Sjöwall and Wahlöö. At the moment I'm reading Bill Bryson's "At Home", it is so good to read a book that isn't intellectually challenging, (last week's books were Julian Barnes' sense of an ending and the Tea Obreht's The Tiger's wife.) I'm learning odd but interesting facts about Britain’s social history.
Butternut squash soup for supper, it is amazing how many meals one butternut squash provides. There are still forty two in the barn.
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It was still raining this morning, Philip bribed me with an espresso and piece of chocolate to go and speak to the conservatory people, to get a date for the start of the construction. The conservatory man, Pascal, is such a nice chap, always stressed and behind with his jobs, I really didn't want to stress him further; however, it is nearly eight months since we paid our deposit, so I set off into town. I am always assigned tasks that require speaking in French, not because my French is better than Philip's, but I am quite happy to speak bad French and he isn't. I was lucky to find Pascal in his workshop. I hung around next to the machinery while he rang the supplier to ask when the aluminium would be delivered, no answer, so we are no nearer to finding out. It wasn't a wasted visit though as I asked if he could incorporate a cat flap into the design and he agreed to that, so the cats will be able to enjoy the conservatory and we can stop them bringing mice into the rest of the house by closing the intervening doors.
It finally stopped raining late this afternoon, so I abandoned my sewing project and Philip climbed down off his ladder where he'd spent most of the day, (still filling in holes around the windows with polyfiller) and we walked the circuit, a circular path that conveniently starts from the end of our lane and climbs up a steep hill where we get spectacular views across to the Pyrenees, though today the mountains were hidden by thick cloud. It will be interesting to see how much snow there is when the skies clear tomorrow. As we walked we discussed potential plots and storylines for my unwritten book. We'd recently read and enjoyed the Martin Beck detective series, Philip thought a combined effort might work, we could write alternate chapters like Sjöwall and Wahlöö. At the moment I'm reading Bill Bryson's "At Home", it is so good to read a book that isn't intellectually challenging, (last week's books were Julian Barnes' sense of an ending and the Tea Obreht's The Tiger's wife.) I'm learning odd but interesting facts about Britain’s social history.
Butternut squash soup for supper, it is amazing how many meals one butternut squash provides. There are still forty two in the barn.