I was reclining on my lounger and reading my book on the terrace this afternoon when I got buzzed by a helicopter. It wasn’t the paparazzi or the guy from Milk Tray but the EDF helicopter checking the electric wires. I’m currently reading George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighteen-Four; there are so many classic books that I haven’t read so I’m trying to make up for it in my old age.
This morning we rode thirty eight kilometres. It was a nice leisurely pace because Paul had to keep stopping to pump his front tyre, he had a slow puncture. When we got home he mentioned that we hadn’t had a game of table tennis for a couple of years. Give me a break! Anyone would think we’re training for a triathlon – he’ll be wanting me to do a few lengths of the swimming pool next. (Good job we haven’t got a pool.)
The courgettes have started to go mad in the garden so tonight I am cooking courgette carbonara. Easy to do and not much washing up. For dessert we have a bowl of cherries, scrumped earlier today from Philippe’s trees.
We thought the helicopter had landed behind the house. Yup, our courgettes are going bonkers too.ReplyDelete
They just appear from nowhere - the helicopters and the courgettes!Delete
I haven't eaten a single cherry this year - too expensive - and the ones we were allowed to pick from a farm no longer exist; rows and rows of vines instead.ReplyDelete
I read, a long time ago, George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighteen-Four in English; he was way ahead his time.
Greetings Maria x
I'm about half way through the book and starting to struggle with it. I will persevere.Delete
I am able to pick a cherry to eat while out with The Dog from a sort of communally owned tree. I look forward to when I am able to take a fig or two from another tree on the route. Our fig tree is still producing small things that don't ripen well.ReplyDelete
There are so many fruit trees in this area it seems to be accepted practice to help yourself in passing!Delete