Nothing has happened that merits a full post so here are a few short ‘interludes’.
The sporty cock
As I handle my glasses rather roughly when I clean them it was inevitable that they would break sooner ot later and last week they fell apart. Our favourite optician said I had timed it well as frames ere on offer – 30% off – so I asked her to show me the ones most suitable to put my lenses into.
The next day Yvette admired the new glasses.
“The colour matches your hair” she said, “but what’s that written on the side?”
I didn’t know there was any writing. What did it say?
“Le coq sportif” – not exactly me!
Yvette rang to say that the sweep was coming to do her chimney and should she send him round to do ours.
He turned up, bless him, and heaved the heavy stove aside.
Then there were some interesting expletives, the gist of which were that the chimney was completely blocked and therefore a fire hazard. He asked for a torch and showed us the pipe, absolutely full of pieces of charcoal.
He set to to sweep it clean and then gave me a gentle lecture about four reasons why this had happened:
1. We must never let the fire burn with the damper completely closed as a fault with the make of stove we had chosen means that it doesn’t let in enough air.
2. We are not storing our wood correctly (air should be able to circulate underneath if it’s kept indoors) and, anyway,
3. it was not dry enough. We should keep it for at least two years before using!
4. We must not burn too many logs at once.
It was a relief to have found all this out and cleared the chimney in time but it left me with a fair bit of cleaning, plus all the chair and settee covers to wash.
Another repas des Anciens
As I’ve often written about the meals we enjoy with the village ‘oldies’ suffice to say that the latest one was a great success with Bear enjoying couscous despite maintaining previously that he would never eat it!