Man sprain

You’ve heard of man-flu right? Well I twisted my ankle whilst walking the dog and it hurts. Especially if I catch it “just so” – so I’m trying not to catch it “just so” but I do feel a bit of a fraud, but if it get’s me out of the vacuuming then that’s a result!

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This fortnight has been wintry here, quite a bit of rain but interspersed with lovely clear crisp early mornings. I was lured over to the lake last week by its exceptional stillness and the reflection. The morning mist roiling on the surface was hypnotic and the rime frost everywhere looked quite magical. I don’t know how much these photos capture this sense but I try.[/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third_end]

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The days have mostly been taken up with work, the Open University dissertations are in which take a day each; plus I’ve been working on several websites, one for a “Historic built environment specialist” friend of mine, another for a Chambre d’hote and restaurant, a holiday home and gite maintenance service and Spanish lessons in Sussex. I am just about to start one for a Cuban physical trainer (in Sussex, husband of the Spanish teacher, who’s a polylingual translator and I’ve done some other sites for her previously) and another for a cultural Italian group for whom she’s a trustee.

I’ve been trying to set aside the weekends from work otherwise I have found the days and weeks blur into one. Saturday has been diy stuff around the house – last week I raced through my list, adjusting the uneven floor in the lounge, cleaning up the mess I had made in Delia’s workshop whilst making the blanket box, 5 trips to the dump with boxes and garden waste. This week I can convalesce from my man sprain. Sundays I like to be free-er, if I have any photography stuff (photoclub web site etc) stuff to do that when I do it (and each fortnight there’s a meeting in the afternoon). I’ve been arranging a couple of field trips we talked about. We’ll meet up with our sister club “La Souterraine” in Bellac one day and another later in Montrol-Sénard (google the names and have a look at the pictures of them).

Delia had a 10am appointment at the hairdressers that, so she has just messaged me turned out to be really 11am and so she’s spending the entire morning out. Guess I’d better get on with that vacuuming then. At least then our friends visitng for dinner tomorrow will have a clean(ish) downstairs to visit.

Twice the value?

So this fortnight’s blog should by rights be twice the value, so no pressure then!

So what did you miss from the lost blog entry? Highlights follow: wildlife discovery drive home with a hare, a roe deer and an owl on the road eating the road kill that none of the aforementioned wildlife became as a result of our passing. OK that was such a long sentence, I blame the French keyboard and that fact that its so hard to get a full stop on it, its either shift-semicolon or bottom right of the numeric keypad. The latter is my “favourite” but because the internet is mostly English (ignoring the 2 billion chinese of course) some applications and web sites switch my setting from French to English and suddenly the full stop is now delete and… the other keys on the numeric keypad send me all over the place until I realise what going on. See how much of an adventure living in France still is?

I am typing this trying to fend off a toddler who wants to poke my numeric keypad (and doesn’t care whether the full stop works or not). That toddler is Dexter my (since yesterday’s Valentine’s day) one year old grandson and if I thought having a dog drop a tug toy on the keyboard was distracting enough, having a highly curious toddler’s prying fingers is a whole new ballpark.

When I left Limoges, the wind was gusting pretty high and whilst the takeoff was fine things got  bit bouncy.  The flight went as usual and upon arriving at the arrivals gate to see the shuttle driver clearly holding a sign for my hire car company. Waiting for the next two people was a while, and once the tanned and sombrero’ed tourists started exiting, we guessed the Limoges plane had finished debarking. Anyway, the other car hirees had snuck past us and were lurking in the hotel shuttle bay.  Finally I got the car. The hotel where the agency is sited is located at a difficult road connection so I added the hotel to my satnav favourites so that on my way back I wouldn’t miss it (as I had before). The satnav decided to take me through the confusing road interchange for 20 minutes and lo and behold back at the hotel via a different entrance! I had done an idiot check to ensure the satnav wasn’t taking me to Norwich rather than Llanelli but didn’t look closely enough at the double spiral it started off with.

Great cake, great buffet and we’re all stuffed but then its time to go to the swings.

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Early start tomorrow and back to Delia, hope she missed me.

Missing

Apologies for the last blog going missing, it seems I didn’t click publish and its gone.

 

Too busy to rewrite it now, but I’ll do another one this weekend and publish when I can (am in UK until Tuesday so it may not be until then, but I’ll try)