It has been a long summer, and although the sun has not shone often, things are much brighter.
Mysweet has his driving licence.
My health is just great.
We are making lots of kool drums and lots of music.
Here is a recent concert in Brittany at the Briqueterie in St Brieuc.
not been great chez Porridge recently.
I have been
suffering continuing symptoms after a bout of hepatitis caused by an antibiotic
allergy. I won’t bore you with the complete catalogue, but fussy eating,
exhaustion, a bit of confusion and a lot of grumpy bad temper, are right up at
the top of the list. This is coupled with a real sense of bereavement in the
knowledge that my relationship with a glass of wine is going to be distant and
occasional from now on…
also a victim of circumstances. He did not notice that he had lost points on
his driving licence as a result of a series of trivial speed camera fines and
they added up to the magic 12.
A registered letter arrived in November informing him
that he could no longer drive for six months…from that moment.
We live in
the country, far from bus services.
subsequently found out that the authorities are legally obliged to send a
registered letter when you still have a few points left to offer you a remedial
training course, while you still have your licence.
thought he would endure the six months, and did not contest it.
But then he
found out that he had to take an expensive medical.
expensive test of his reflexes, (pyschotechnique).
And a test
on the highway code. And there is a waiting list of at least three months for
this test. And the waiting list starts after the six months is up. It is now
mid July and he still has not been given a date. It has not improved his mood
to be imprisoned with Mrs Liverish.
Nor has the
knowledge that a driver who is caught driving drunk (he wasn’t) is likely to be
fined 100 euros or so and have their licence endorsed for three months, then
get it back automatically if they still have points on their licence.
on the bright side…
I have lost
10 kilos and the garden is looking very nice.
Some places are just special. And it is hard to explain why. I have tried your patience for a while now, keeping on about this particular place. I have tried to get it out of my system by writing a song about it and performing it on video, but I make no promises. I expect it will be cropping up again from time to time...
We went down to the Chaos today to video a song of mine.
We got there early in the morning and everything was shrouded in mist.
And then the sun burnt it off and it became so hot that the hand pan went out of tune the moment a shaft of sunlight touched it. It was precarious at times on the narrow pathways and the slippery mossy rocks and I wondered whether we, the instruments and the equipment would all end up in the water. But we needn't have worried.
Porridge, (the assistant director), jumped in to the river a couple of times to bring back sticks, but no one else fell in.... And then she slept in the sun while we did all the work.
I am an ex-Londoner living in rural Brittany, France, for the last 18 years, with my family and far too many animals and wood stoves: these ramblings, some of which are cross, are about life in the countryside, and how to cope when your high heels are replaced by clogs.