Beth's 5 today. The first birthday I haven't been with her. Sad.
Didn't sleep well as the rain was torrential most of the night. After Skyping Chris, I got up and went to the boulangerie for some bread and a chat. Well, to be honest, I chatted and he grunted a bit.
After breakfast I lit the fire and started painting the interior of the shutters. As the light in the house is almost non-existent and it was too wet to open them, it was quite a difficult task. A couple of hours later it cleared up a bit and I could get outside to paint. After 6 hours I decided it was time to stop for lunch, a drink and a snooze and then get back to work.
I made lunch and took it over to the caravan to eat and then the heavens opened. I had left the door open so I had no choice but to go over to close it. Lucky I did!
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| I suppose the good thing is that I don't have to water the garden this evening |
Of course I was soaking and cold and miserable so I decided to return to the house, revive the fire and spend a couple of hours in the warm. After a couple of trips shuttling the food etc back to the house I was even more wet, cold and miserable. I was a little surprised [deliberate understatement] to discover water oozing through the cracks in the floor tiles. We knew it happened but I had never actually seen it before.
One of the kitchen walls was dripping inside too. Not my best ever day. But not the worst either, I can recall grimmer times in 2012.
Sat on the fireplace to warm through, finished my lunch and a glass of red wine. Skyped with Beth, by which time it was gone 6pm.
Nothing much can be done til things dry out a bit.
The swallows are back in the kitchen!
By 7.30 it was sunny and the river flowing past the front door had dwindled to a pond. But by then I couldn't be bothered to go out and door anything so just had a bath and a big cuppa.
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