Sunday, 21 November 2010

Thieves in Rouvenac

Got enraged at the market this morning. Still am.

Jenny-the-gardener from Rouvenac, loved by all who know her,
has had a shed break-in and the thief took her chain saw and
her strimmer.
Of course she is not insured for contents.
And these are the tools of her trade, her livelihood.

I'm still spîtting venom at the low life that would do this to her
but as the mist is clearing I'm wracking my brains to think how
to get new ones. Do people upgrade tools? Do you have old
ones anywhere that you would donate?

If you are offered second hand tools please find out where the
vendor got them before handing over dosh.

Saturday, 20 November 2010

the week flies past....

Don't understand how Tilling can be quietly basking one minute

and b*******g freezing the next.

But there are lots of things I don't understand.

Why, for example, after a lovely evening at Kats on Monday, did
I photograph her road and not her or her coming-together-nicely
house?




Not that its not a nice road, of course...

Then I forgot to snap dinner at Le Cantou and dinner at Le
Creperie (different nights featuring variously Jim, Tony and
Jill)

Was on the ball last night though - here at Hilary and Mikes are
Andrée, Annie and Pete





Guess what was for dinner!!!

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

RCA Secret

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-11763755

I'm featured!!!!! - But you'll never spot me

Saturday, 13 November 2010

epitome of culinary disaster

This is what happens to a steamed beef pudding if you stand
over it all day carefully topping up the water levels and then
the minute your guests appear, forget all about it.

It boils dry and blows up.

We ate it anyway and just spat out the bits of bowl.

Here is Kelly flanked by two Petes;
- surely there is a joke about two Petes in a pod? -

Andy and Louise, Graham, Annie and Le Captain also braved
the cooking.

Sweet Louise made this mug warmer, sooooo clever! It works,
tested this on the mornings coffee. Thanks darling.
The baby is due in a couple of weeks and its obviously a girl.

Friday, 12 November 2010

Ferren's report

Ferren wrote of the conflagration at OllaBendicks gaff:

"I was there. In fact, I was the first to notice that
something was burning....

We were lucky, in one sense. The pompiers pointed out that \
if the acetylene tank had blown, it would have taken out
the house and spectators. (Molf * and I would have survived:
he was trying to escape, and I was trying to keep him off
the road, talking to him and explaining his new
responsibilities toward OB, and we were both below the brow
of the hill and could not actually see the activity.)
The fire got as far as melting the plastic bits of the
acetylene pressure regulator, so it was a credible threat.

I left some spare hand tools on their kitchen table this

afternoon (cordless drill and a box of drill & screwdriver
bits); Alan-from-Bugarach has said OB can use his workshop
to build door and window for the upstairs room. What would
help most of all is for someone to discover a set of good
images of the Toledo book lurking in a computer somewhere,
but this doesn't seem very likely.



* A dog; one of six or so

Bob, Ian and Pete are taking a drawing board and an easel up
to the ruin tomorrow morning. All will be well>>>> and in the
meantime big kisses to Ollebendick and Aileen

Thursday, 11 November 2010

Horror - but no-one hurt-

With shock and distress, I have to say that the news
is terrible.
Last night, UllaBendicks studio burnt down,destroying
it totally. With his equipment and a large tranche of
his lifes work.

BUT no-one was physically hurt. Annie and Pete were
there - and who would you rather have with you in such
a crisis? - and the house was saved.

Aileen has been mysteriously pulled off facebook for
some form of subversion, so email or snailmail or
visit in person to offer whatever comfort and support
you have to spare.

Sunday, 7 November 2010

Spanish Bug

Post Madrid, had a lovely girly night with Kat, followed the next
night at T Rex with John M. Had planned to keep this hedonistic
whirl going by giving dinner on Saturday night to a handful of
nearest and dearest, but an emerging cold got the upper hand.

It has now emerged totally and is blossoming fruitfully. Suggest
you stay well away from me, its horrid. Don't think its a Madrid
bug though, Mike has it already and so does Jim so its not my
fault.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y05Jiz6rS6k for one of my brother
Mark Beers songs, inexplicably set to an ancient traffic jam
outside the Mother of Parliaments.
http://vivonzeureux.pagesperso-orange.fr/Pages/pidgrecollections.html
for an interesting overview of his work.
You can tell you have a cold when you start googling the family.
Will probably feature another sibling tomorrow. There are eight
of us - this cold can run and run -