Many thanks to our great friend (and high-minded painter) Andy Baird, who both conceived and jump started this attempt to contemporaneously record at least some of the eventings of one move abroad. Regarding content, the narrower column on the left is the supposedly more timeless and reference stuff; ongoing entries are in the larger-width column on the right of the script below - following the (red)


by-line below. The plan is for these at least to be augmented over time.

It should also follow, therefore, that the most recently added post will always be at the top of this right-hand column; so if you want to get a flavour from earlier times, scroll and start NEARER TO or EVEN AT THE BOTTOM (only, please, please if you chose this option, allow yourself a series of snack-breaks; it can be repetitive, and boredom is guaranteed to increase with intensity of effort!)- but ANY comments are not only also welcomed ->but positively encouraged

Remember this folks ......

Remember this folks ......

Tuesday, April 27, 2010


late April 2010:

As may be more or less obvious from the timing of this e-mail despatch, things are a tad busy.
We appear to be in (coming towards the end of!) that in-between state when we move, annually, from it being too wet and/or cold to allow for any sensible mind-set, let alone work; to being far too bl**dy hot to permit of the same mad notion. Known as the time of year when we can actually get a few things done around the place.
So much so that a) when Spring first appeared to have arrived on Monday week last, I missed something like a third of it by waiting until Tuesday before getting stuck in to shifting -I genuinely reckon about 100-odd wheelbarrows until c.o.p. to-day, and I’m maybe about ¾ way through- of mud (AND, as an afterthought, builders rubble in the form of a French Window worth of displaced kitchen wall). This means that by now, six working days on
a)      we have slipped seamlessly into Summer
a1)    we are aware of the possibility of slipping back, but
b)      already a skin colour with which I would have been quite content at the close of most previous years &
c)      knackered
d)      I/we look forward to the rest.

Notwithstanding, life goes on. The driveway and back patio are finished (poor sods, THEY did that only about three weeks ago, and were constantly interrupted by rain. During a period when the aged fir tree in front of the cottage was blown down.
As I write, a fresh set of builders (one man who, turns out, is related to our neighbours; and his helper, previously married to the former owner-dweller of our cottage; Who says banjo playing country bumpkins are an Anglo-American invention?).

Anyway. Creates a bit of a back-log in said cottage, where various indoor improvements HAD been slowly proceeding. Never mind, it’ll probably be raining again by the time you read this ……

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