Here is Annies kitchen sink, famous (and much admired) here for being held up by memory...the rest of the mill progresses apace and what with a tap that has water in it, sometimes hot, bourgeois life-style approaches for the tribe.
So thats where I was on Weds. Tuesday I'm fairly sure was here with John M, Heather and Kat; last night, Oh, lets not get bogged down in detail.
In Rue St-Saens the house is filled with dust due to the smashing-off of cement to reveal old rock underneath in sitting room, a process which has delayed the domestic tasks yet further.
In the meantime I have had techie support to repair non functioning computers (big big star to Teleconnect, cant recommend them highly enough) Still battling Orange who are still taking money from the bank to pay for a contract that they admit was closed two years ago. This morning off to the Tresor Public to find out why they want sudden and inexplicably large sums of money from me.
Life in the South of France, eh.
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