Oh am I glad that every day is not as weird as that !
Buying stuff in Ikea for the student centre.
Ikea put a strain on the English Patient's burns, and it seems that maybe he won't be able to rejoin his companions on the route to Barcelona on Monday.
Then home for lunch. Quiche cooked by Pat's fair (but diseased) hands.
Then the English Patient phoned his parents for advice - the decision - ride to the student centre and see how it goes.
Then Pat said "Alan, come here..." I followed the sound out to the garden and to the guinea-pig run where Pierre and Tom were. Pierre has been really putting on weight recently and a few days ago I said "Of course, he's not pregnant is he..." Well yes he was - and we now have FIVE more babies.
We went off to the centre and found that the bordeaux paint that had been bought was ... pink as a rose.
So we went off mob-handed to the DIY place to change the paint.
It turned out that the man who had mixed the paint yesterday had put in the wrong colour reference, so they were happy to reimburse the money and sell us the colour we really wanted.
Then followed many happy hours looking for posters, frames etc.
I'm bushed ! Meanwhile the English Patient's leg is blistered, but current thought is that he ride to Cenon tomorrow to see how he goes, then that he rejoin his companions next Saturday at Avignon.
Ikea put a strain on the English Patient's burns, and it seems that maybe he won't be able to rejoin his companions on the route to Barcelona on Monday.
Then home for lunch. Quiche cooked by Pat's fair (but diseased) hands.
Then the English Patient phoned his parents for advice - the decision - ride to the student centre and see how it goes.
Then Pat said "Alan, come here..." I followed the sound out to the garden and to the guinea-pig run where Pierre and Tom were. Pierre has been really putting on weight recently and a few days ago I said "Of course, he's not pregnant is he..." Well yes he was - and we now have FIVE more babies.
We went off to the centre and found that the bordeaux paint that had been bought was ... pink as a rose.
So we went off mob-handed to the DIY place to change the paint.
It turned out that the man who had mixed the paint yesterday had put in the wrong colour reference, so they were happy to reimburse the money and sell us the colour we really wanted.
Then followed many happy hours looking for posters, frames etc.
I'm bushed ! Meanwhile the English Patient's leg is blistered, but current thought is that he ride to Cenon tomorrow to see how he goes, then that he rejoin his companions next Saturday at Avignon.
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