“There’s no water coming out the tap.”
“Have you paid the water bill?”
“Maybe they’ve cut us off because of Brexit.”
“Don’t be silly woman.”
It transpired that the whole of our hamlet was without water this morning so we just had to wait until the water board fixed the problem. That meant there was a lot of jobs I couldn’t do so after vacuuming a few more flies in the house I went outside into the garden to pull some weeds. Paul was busy rotovating the potager ready for planting potatoes and onions.
|my black ninja gloves and favourite weeding tool|
By lunchtime I was hobbling around and in a lot of pain. I get arthritis in my hip and it’s been quite bad lately. I gave up in the end, took some Ibuprofen and set up my chair in a sunny spot. We had lunch outside on the terrace and drank wine as there was no water. The wine and pain killers have done the trick and I’m now perfectly comfortable as long as I don’t move too much. It’s just so frustrating having to sit and look at the weeds. I have a tendency towards OCD and I find it really hard to relax when the dandelions keep waving their fluffy yellow faces at me.
|gardener planting onions wearing his new jeans|