kool drum on French Tv

Kool drums and us on French tv, FR3, last Saturday.

Not ill, but busy and very happy

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.

Singing Steel - Concert à La Briqueterie de... par guyomdeSinope

Eeyore and Mrs Liverish

Things have 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…

Mysweet is 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.

We 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.

But he 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.

And an 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.

Let’s look on the bright side…

I have lost 10 kilos and the garden is looking very nice.

Beach Time means Bath Time

 I really enjoyed that run on the beach. Especially when I rolled in that smelly seaweed. I don't think that they noticed when I sneaked off.

 Oh dear, something is up. She doesn't usually tie me up here, and when she does...

it's not good news.

 I knew it. All that lovely perfume, going, going...

 gone... 

And you can stop sitting there looking so smug...

A song for the Chaos

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...

Les chaos du Gouët

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.

Porridge time for Porridge

When is she going to feed me? I don't think she is ever going to finish her breakfast. 

And he is probably on Facebook again. 

I know, I'll do that thing with my ears on the armchairs again. 

They like that and they're bound to look at me and remember my BREAKFAST.

Anyway it feels quite nice...

No one seems to be looking at me though. It is hard to tell with my head at this angle.

I suppose I'll just have to...

BARK LOUDLY...