I decided that today I would powerwash the courtyard, not a pleasant job. I always get covered in mud and soaked so in preparation I donned waterproof trousers, wellington boots and an old t shirt. I dragged the machine out, swept all the leaves and rubbish and connected the hose. It wouldn't connect so I deduced that it was rusty and the connection needed replacing. Ah, I thought, I have a spare in the kitchen drawer. An hour later I was still trying to fit it. No matter what I did I couldn't tighten it enough and so the water came out of the connection instead of running inside the hose. What I needed was a man with big strong hands. There is never one around when you need one. I kept battling but to no avail. My neighbour comes homes for lunch at 12, I will collar him. He owes me big time after leaving my freezers unplugged. 12 came and went and there was no sign of him. Typical. This was proving what I thought. There really isn't one around when you need one. Another hour went by and I gave up trying to fit the hose, and waiting for Jean-Pierre. So there I was all dressed up in my finery and nowhere to go. I have abandoned the machine and the hose and abandoned hope.
Thanks to a friend giving me a ticket I went to a wonderful concert last evening in Angers. As I was leaving the concert hall I headed for the ladies. Typically there was a long queue so I decided that I could wait until I got home, even though the journey takes about an hour. It was a one way system into the car park so when I left I had to follow the traffic down an unfamiliar road. Because of the work being carried out to extend the tram system I found myself going round and round Angers not being able to find my way out. Oh how I wished I had stood in the queue.
The speeding traffic going past my house is driving me crazy. The situation is exacerbated by the deviation sending great big trucks through the village. At the end of my tether I fired off yet another letter to the Maire, not only complaining about the speed but also about the fact that he never does anything about it. I sent a copy to my MP, the minister in charge of Transport and President Macron. It won't make any difference but it made me feel better.
Thanks to a friend giving me a ticket I went to a wonderful concert last evening in Angers. As I was leaving the concert hall I headed for the ladies. Typically there was a long queue so I decided that I could wait until I got home, even though the journey takes about an hour. It was a one way system into the car park so when I left I had to follow the traffic down an unfamiliar road. Because of the work being carried out to extend the tram system I found myself going round and round Angers not being able to find my way out. Oh how I wished I had stood in the queue.
The speeding traffic going past my house is driving me crazy. The situation is exacerbated by the deviation sending great big trucks through the village. At the end of my tether I fired off yet another letter to the Maire, not only complaining about the speed but also about the fact that he never does anything about it. I sent a copy to my MP, the minister in charge of Transport and President Macron. It won't make any difference but it made me feel better.
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