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.
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Hope it's easier than putting in the septic tank.
XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy
If Bob keeps on growing, perhaps you'll be needing a big truck to transport him around!
Is it because the French driving license - which has caused you so much bother - also allows you to drive HGV? I don't know...it's just a guess.
I'm sure they'll have a good reason, probably that the wrong box was checked by someone, and you'll need to start again.
If we judge by the way they drive, the truckers license is easier to get. It may be the way to go there. Slap a radioactive sticker on your car and your good.
What is it about freshly turned soil that attracts our canine friends so much.....maybe it's the smell, I have no idea.
Sophie please don't chew on anymore lavender plants, they may give you a tummy ache and make you feel ill.
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