It was Control Technique time for the Golf this morning. The CT is like the English MOT with the advantage that it's every 2 years not 1, as in the UK. The procedure is very similar to what I can remember with the exception that they appear to check the shock absorbers here. Anyway, my little black beauty passed with flying colours. Which was nice!
"Whilst you're in Quissac," said my beloved, "could you buy a couple of frozen legs of New Zealand lamb?" "It's a third of the price of French lamb (what do the French farmers do with all those subsidies?) and equally as good." So there you go, shopping tips as well.
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It was a good day for workmen today. After Max had smashed his way out of the house we had been unable to close the volets shutters from the study but Mr Volet Man arrived fresh from his holidays and did a temporary job and also measured up for a new garage door. Anyway, he can't complete either job straightaway because he will have to order the materials and the factory is still closed for the holidays until the 28th. Such is life in France.
After him, Michelle, our friendly macon, arrived to look at the holes that Max (again) has punched in the fence and to discuss ways of keeping the little sod in. As with all macons, it's a question of concrete and reinforcing things so he promises to look at his timetable and see what he can do. As it happens he called later that afternoon and promised to start tomorrow. Aren't we lucky?
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After an early dinner of ribs, we all headed off to Nimes for the night market. Josh, Jan and I headed to the upstairs bar in the Caree d'Art (it's a bit pricier than some places but they've got the added advantage of having nice toilets), whilst the others browsed the stalls. The top picture is one of Josh and yours truly, and the one below of a proud mum and her son. As it started to rain, we all headed home, very damp but very happy.
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