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 ......

Sunday, July 11, 2010


...... or Pressure Boiler, or something. Whatever.

Having been sufficiently busy over this past few weeks (waiting for rain to stop, waiting for sun to cool, waiting just for the sake of it (we`re retired!),  waiting for workmen to finish , waiting for fish to grow,  etc., etc) - to the point where, for the first ever Broadband-equipped era occasion I hadn`t even logged on for 48hrs+), was beginning to think that the run-in to the King`s return in late August would be quiet         -----     BOOM!
In the past fortnight or so, we`ve actually HAD a four night sleep-over in the cottage, and, although one is yet to confirm, it looks like a pretty well full uptake through to mid-September: may not even get the `lower kitchen` false ceiling in as anticipated - although largely following on from the after-cottage-courtyard- patio creation/build, and the preparatory work in the garden, what had been about number four on the "for this Winter" list, is sort-of proceeding as I type.
Yep; it`s been busy.
Now, Tour de France watching is interspersed with tales of mayhem in Geordie-land, and a text from Jason (int` Borneo) saying he`s been sleeping with a cowl of Bamboo rats.
Be back when we`ve waded through this latest assortment.


I know, incidentally, bunches of rats have little to DO with monks or chimneys, but it somehow sounded appropriate.

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