Celebrating.

The local nuclear power station has called a wild cat strike and cut output by 50%. The strike was supposed to be next week but they've called it forward. Angus thinks that a strike at a nuclear power station sounds alarming. Clearly, the strikers don't. The roads from the motorway exit to the airport have also been blocked. We're not quite sure why or by whom.

It's Ramadan. Bob and his master are at the greengrocers by seven but it's already full of ladies wearing headscarves. They stand in the aisles and chat away animatedly.

We head off in search of petrol. The supermarket has just taken a delivery. We fill up. The readout on the dashboard of the little Skoda says we can go 1150 kilometres. We also fill a can for the lawn tractor.

The Bozo's have finished. What was scheduled to take three weeks has been completed in two. The trenches across the courtyard filled in, the septic tanks landscaped and the stop cock ( demolished by a morose teenager on a mechanical digger ) replaced. They have even had time to sort out a troublesome cherry tree root under The Old Farmers kitchen.

Considering that we've had between six and fourteen people here, every day, for the better part of two weeks their 'amended' bill isn't too bad.

The PONs now have clear run of their garden. That is something worth celebrating .


The end of Persian carpets ? : http://www.nytimes.com/2016/05/27/world/middleeast/end-of-an-art-form-the-persian-rug-may-not-be-long-for-this-world.html?_r=0