Well at least a start. Roses weeded and fed but the other borders will take some time. At least the ground is so wet that the weeds come out easily.
M Duval came round to ask for my assistance in finding a chain in the loft of his workshop. This entailed getting ladder down from roof of his garage and then foraging in the roof for a very old rusty chain. He was looking for two chains but I could only find one. Gather all he wanted the chains to help an elderly neighbour pull a tree down. Not bad for 87 this year.
Helping Mr Duval is a pleasure but not as easy as you might think due to the language difficulties. I have more difficulty with him than anyone. I doubt that I understand 25% of what he says. I suspects he understand even less of my garbled French.
5pm and a quick visit to Auchan. Those of you who have enjoyed exploring our local supermarche will be pleased to know that little has changed. Except that there seem to be quite a few more English voices around. And some of them are so strident. Strange how we secretly resent “our” Avallon being invaded from across the channel.
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