Car troubles

Having enjoyed getting out on the bike over the last few weeks I thought I'd perhaps watch for a second hand bike (hopefully Barbara won't read this) and I can't believe my luck. A couple of weeks ago we went with P & C to the annual Tractormania event in nearby Caussade. Not normally something I have a great interest in but it was a glorious day and I'll do anything to avoid gardening. Among the hundreds of ancient tractors & other rusting agricultural machinery I spotted this bargain. The owner said he'd not been out on it for a while and it had done no more than a few kilometres in the last 50 years. Think it'll be a while before it's ready for the Tour de France.

It's been a busy couple of weeks work wise as we continue to renovate a small house in a nearby hamlet ready for conversion in to a gite. I'm now an expert at mixing concrete and can offer an excellent service at competitive rates. Whilst I've been beavering away Barbara has not been idle. She's worked hard getting the garden ready for spreading grass seed (yes we know it's not the best time of year to plant) and, having picked up what we thought was a bargain in Aldi, was looking forward to getting the seed sowed. It was only when she opened the boxes of 'grass seed' that she thought she better check the English/French dictionary. Turns out our bargain engrais is in fact grass fertiliser. So if you know of anyone who's looking for 10 boxes of high quality fertiliser email me now and I'll arrange prompt delivery!

It's also been a frustrating week in the car department. The Land Rover has been in the local garage for over a month now waiting for them to prepare it for it's CT, the French MOT. Fortunately this runs for two years so we should get more than a couple of months use out of it. To be without one car is irritating but manageable but to be without both is bl***y frustrating. Last week the Focus broke down and spent 4 days in the garage waiting for parts, all €1,960.00 of them. Fortunately the fault was under warranty an Henry forked out for them. Which is just as well. Barbara was heading back to the UK on Sunday night from Toulouse and you can no doubt guess what happened. We'd travelled about 50 kms when the engine died and the car came to a stop on the hard shoulder of the A20 motorway. Oh dear!!!!! I won't bore you with the details but after making a phone call to Ford assistance and being told we'd need to get off the motorway to receive free recovery I had another go at starting the car and it worked, well at least long enough to drop Barbara off in time for her flight. On the journey back home, avoiding motorways, it cut out four times. Needless to say it's booked to go back in the garage.

Next week I'm off on a business trip, something I didn't think I'd be doing again, to Normandy. We're working on T's wife's house in Le Havre & I'll give you a full update on the next blog.

On your bike

I had thought there wasn't going to be much to blog about this week (yippee I hear you say) other than laying concrete floors and digging up old floors in 500 year old French barns but it hasn't been all work and no play. I've been lucky enough to get out on the bike recently, I say lucky but that's probably not the right word when you consider the number of hills there are around here. When you're driving round in the car they're not a problem it's when you've been out for three hours and you know that which ever way you turn it's going to be a climb to get home. It's just as well that whichever route we've taken there's always a welcoming cafe half way round. And no I haven't managed to get Barbara out on one of our 40 mile rides, I've been getting out with a chap who's spent the summer at his house in Najac but unfortunately he's now headed back to 'winter' in the UK and I'll have to motivate myself to 'get out and ride'.

The warm dry weather has continued and everyone (it's not just the British that are obsessed with the weather) has been commenting on the fact that we're still experiencing temperatures in the upper 20's in mid October and this week we had our first significant rainfall in what seems months. In fact I think the last time we had a really dismal day was back in August when we had our party! Speaking of parties we were invited to a meal at the house where T and I have been working. I've mentioned before how meals at lunch time go so you can imagine what an evening at Jo's would be like. There was the normal 7:30 start with lots of Ricard & amuse bouche, which gives me the opportunity to tell this little story. T's daughter has spent the summer working at a French restaurant in the

UK and on her first day she was given plates of appetisers to pass around to guests and told to say 'here are some nibbles' which she did and couldn't understand why everyone burst our laughing. She returned to the kitchen with the empty plates and told the chef what had happened, 'I said here are some nipples and everyone laughed at me, why?' A definite case of the English policeman in Allo Allo but in reverse. Back at Jo's fish soup was followed by two of the biggest plates of seafood I've ever seen, not the best offering for Barbara and her seafood allergy but after a quick explanation and many désolés a mushroom omelette was rustled up. With Jo playing his guitar between courses and the other guests singing along the night flew past and before we realised it was three o'clock and time to head home. Poor old Babs, no fruits de mer or wine all night.