Something I've never seen before. Crayfish crossing the old roman road. They're three quarters of the way between the stream and one of the little lakes the local farmer uses to irrigate the sunflower fields. The crayfish wave their claws at us as we pass. The PONs, who find this intriguing, are grabbed by their harnesses and ' helped along '. A precaution in case sensitive noses and hard pincers meet in an 'educative' moment.
The builders are already hard at work when we return . The morose lads carrying lengths of zinc down pipe through the flowerbeds. At eleven they all mysteriously disappear. Bob and Sophie watch two white vans and two fork lift trucks roll out of the gates. 'The font' surmises that another household has read them the pre-holiday riot act. Something along the lines of '' If you don't get this finished today you'll not get another penny out of me ". The builders return at four. No explanation for their absence is forthcoming. At six they leave; cheque in hand. They've also left a mallet on a corner of the roof.
Bob and Sophie have had a great day. They would be only too happy if the builders were here every day. Of course it would be even better if the builders brought Jaffa Cakes.
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Do sheep even have opinions? (Other than that yapping terriers are best avoided)...
Cheers, Gail.
Crayfish on the road....who'd a thought.
No photo of the crayfish?
"Why did the crayfish cross the road? To get to the other side!" I have never seen a crayfish walking on a road....how very interesting. I guess you weren't able to capture a photo since it was necessary to keep Bob and Sophie safely in check.
Just be thankful that the builders showed up at all to fix the roof....don't worry about the extended lunch hours.
Too busy holding onto enthusiastic and explorative sheepdogs.
I will try to get a photo tomorrow or the day after.
Ask Mr.Putin
Hope the mallet was removed from the roof. Quite dangerous in foul weather, you know. We don't want Bob or Siphie to get coshed on the head!
Do you eat crayfish in your area? Used to eat them at Court of Two Sisters in New Orleans and they were heavenly! ( This , of course, was before hurricane Katrina and the new owners- not sure which was more devistating for this place. Service was gracious and attentive and with Gladys at the bar, a good time was had by all. Not the same anymore. Ah, memories....
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