Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Bugs, the gate and a tricky decision.
Well mannered weather. Rain at night. Clear and bright in the mornings, sunny and warm in the afternoons. Perfect were it not for the arrival on the lawn of small biting insects with a passion for ankles and necks.
The roofer arrives to finish off the barn . His dog sleeps for an hour then wanders off in search of Hugo the malevolent Maltese .In the attic of the barn the roofer finds an ox yoke. '' Don't see many of those these days " he says.
Mid-afternoon. The builder shows up to repair the gates . Usually , Madame Bay drives her little car through the large gates at the far end of the garden. However, while we were away in Maine she decided to bring her gold ' Wild Child ' voiturette through the narrower gates by the front door . Madame Bay failed to allow for the difference in width. Left wing of the voiturette and right gate unexpectedly came into contact . For the last six weeks the top of the gate has been left hanging away from the wall. Madame Bay has started to re-use the wider gates.
In the garden the exotic pineapple plants have started to reappear. Amazing what weeding , a drop of rain and some sunshine can bring to light.
Tonight the town council meeting about the frescoes. Whatever happens Angus will most certainly not be venturing an opinion on whether the offending wording should , or should not, be painted over. Foreigners are well advised to leave some decisions well alone.