Dateline: March 26: All thoughts of snow and ice are now lost in the past (well apart from the grievous damage to my wristwatch after falling on some ice and finding it isn’t covered on any insurance policy!) as we have an early summer now and since the clocks moved forward, are eating on the terrace most nights and then admiring the stars as they pop out of a darkening sky in one twos and threes until the sky is full of pin pricks.
The other night however, we were preparing a late meal in the kitchen, when I heard some fireworks going off, thinking it must be someone’s birthday of some such celebration, as the French do so like their fireworks and are very good with them. There followed however a thunderous commotion of sound and popping my head round the door revealed a sky full of bright orange flame and sparks, not quite what I had anticipated.
Outside our gates, there was a concerned atmosphere amongst the dozen or more neighbours gathered there, about a third wrapped in their dressing gowns, as the flames ravaged a nearby building up the alley in front of us. Being braver, or curious, or more foolish than the others, Paul et moi set off up the alley to discover a building only recently being worked on by the builders, ablaze and the external door wide open to add fuel to the fire. Kicking it smartly shut, we felt we had reached to limits of our bravery and retreated to the safety of the neighbourhood watch to see what would happen next.
Twenty five firemen arrived and succeeded in keeping spectators from warming themselves too much and we, having ascertained that the building was uninhabited, retired to finish our dinner.
Meanwhile, the build continues and we have our focus firmly fixed on completing the new bathrooms for our Easter visitors. Back to work then, more later . . .
LC
PS. We have a cunning plan to restore the wrist watch to its former glory without having to pay a certain Swiss company a wholly unreasonable ransom. It’s a simple case of ‘who you know’
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