On Tuesday we took a trip to Brighton, where Barbara treated us to lunch in a nearby hostelry once I'd replaced a number of light bulbs. Her place is full of flush ceiling lights with GU-10 halogen bulbs that don't seem to last five minutes. (We had them in a fitting in the kitchen when we moved to Forges-l'Evêque, and soon ripped it out. Quite apart from the constant need to satisfy the brute's ravenous appetite for bulbs, the proximity of hot light bulbs to the scalp was not pleasant.)
Over five months after the fire upstairs from Barbara's place, the lift is still not in action, so she is understandably withholding the service charges. While we were there, a couple of blokes were cheerfully putting up scaffolding round the building despite the rain, so perhaps something will happen soon. The drive thither and thence was not much fun in the rain and heavy traffic.
Talking of traffic, the garden is well frequented this morning: we've seen robins, blue and coal tits, blackbirds and a wren. Martyn saw a goldfinch the other day. Wonder if it was the one for the possession of which someone was convicted and sentenced at a nearby Magistrates' Court on Wednesday?
I suppose we'll have to think soon about Christmas presents, but I have no intention of going to any large shopping venues in the current climate. This has perhaps less to do with the terrorist threat than with my ability to do the necessary leg work. Still, the Christmas cards are printed and the envelopes prepared (a count of the latter reveals the need to print more of the former, however). All we now have to do is write them and spend a week's pension on postage.
Still waiting to hear from VW about the fix to the car. It now seems that some will just need a software update, while others will need new injectors. What either or both will do to fuel economy and driving qualities is not yet known. I can't imagine the car would attract a private buyer or a decent trade-in price except from VW, with whom I'm not sure I want to do business again. Meanwhile, it chunters happily along, but it's now well past the age and mileage at which I usually change.
Oriental poppy, acrylic and Indian ink |
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