Sunday, February 9, 2014
My favourite thing is to go where I haven't been.
In the morning Angus plants out twenty lavender plants. In the afternoon Sophie digs up, and chews, seven of them. She would have eaten more had she not been discovered 'mid-job'. Her contrition lasts all of two seconds.
An answer phone message from the Prefecture. '' Monsieur. I refer to your application for a Heavy Goods Vehicle License. If you wish to proceed you will need to undergo a medical examination to prove your competence. We cannot process your application without this ". I'll now need to wait until Monday afternoon to find out why in heavens name they should think I want an HGV license. Welcome to the parallel world of French bureaucracy.