An exciting day, one way or another - the morning in Limoux, visiting Andree. She is glorious, I'm glad to say. But it was clear by the time we reached her maison de retrait that Bob was unwell, so he sat in the car and took to his bed when we got home.
When the local police arrived to ask him to move his car, he was fast asleep. Since I don't drive I handed over the keys...
Much hilarity ensued. Steering wheel is on the wong side, it seems, plus it's an automatic and what we like to call a 'classic' car, that is, ancient. Our policeperson drove down the middle of the road to the station car park accompanied by roars of laughter from the council worker; c'est criminel!!
They wanted to put in a cement barrier where the car was parked, presumably as part of the rubbish collection changes that currently bedevil the town.
Where the mysterious hole appeared behind the church rubbish collection thangs have been installed, rather sweet in this case but still, something of a waste of a prime site by the river behind a 12 c church. If this were India they would be garlanded with strings of marigolds.
Anyone know how to get the evil black cement of old floor tiles? Bernt and Jutta are restoring their kitchen...
And Andree will be turning 90 at the end of this month. She will be lunching here. If you want to join us - perhaps you were at the 80th? - get in touch. All her friends are welcome.
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