No electricity, what a bummer, we get so used to just flicking a switch when the electricity cuts out we, ay least I am, at a loss.
So had a 5 minute cut Monday and another yesterday then yesterday a few hours later 19hr it went out for good.
The reason given, the high temperatures. Apparently the underground lines reached over 80ºC. Weather wise it’s a little special here and it often gets over looked. When there’s a heat wave it is often unbearable here. During the summer tap water can reach over 40ºC, it’s reaching that now. You can take a bath or a shower without heating the water at all, in fact often in August you wish it were a bit cooler, no it’s not refreshing at all to take a shower.
So there we are proof that there’s something special about this little corner of France. Btw the Garrigue imo gets worst but noone lives there 
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There are enough of the little ones hanging from bushes near me. I would rather they leave the crap on the ground than hang them up or chuck them. I found one on my drive the other day. Been thrown over the front wall.
Struggling to move today, sore knees and every joint in my body is stiff.
My lad and his girlfriend recently moved into their first property purchase.
As a moving in gift, instead of buying them a kitchen appliance or furniture item, I offered to floor their attic.
Spent all day there yesterday, framing and laying floorboards, was like a sauna in there.
Taking a well deserved day off today.
I remember doing that after a house move. My back was wrecked for a week after.
I hate that. It’s gross.
Dog mess is a bit of an issue in my area, and that’s before we start talking about the faux Christmas decorations in the nicer dog walking areas.
And you never see white dig shit any more
Kibble rather than bones from the butcher does that.
I miss this.
Not long back, and unbeknown to me, a dog walker put a ‘goody’ bag in our wheelie bin as they passed by… the snidey bas*ard accompanying the collection wagon that empties these bins noticed it as he went to wheel it to the bin wagon… does no more than push the wheelie bin back into place without emptying it…
To make matters worse, we haven’t even got a dog..!
Apparently, these guys are under instruction not to collect, nor empty the wheelie bins if such stuff is present…!!
Had to disguise it in the next batch of grass cuttings that I dumped into it… not the point, but still…
To the dog walker, Take your dogshit home with ya will ya
For us, if I remember correctly, the animal waste could go into the green recycle bin for organic waste. That’s what we used to do when we had our dog. We brought her do-do back home and put it in the green bin.
One of the big problems with recycling in the UK is that the regulations differ from council area to council area. What you can or can’t recycle, where is goes, and even the colour of the bins varies by area.
Bloody skinny white people 
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Tide’s out again, I see. 
I think it went out in 1963…
This
That reminds me of one time I had to visit an office in Galashiels. I vaguely remembered that it was just down from the station, so I asked the receptionist how often the trains were. She said, “the last one was in 1969, so we are expecting one any minute.”
(The line was actually reopened a few years ago)
Don’t be fucking stupid!
Don’t take it so seriously… it’s a joke doing the rounds over there…
Proves the French do have a sense of humour.