An eventful weekend

Well, seeing that I was not now flying to Scotland it meant we could all go along for the farewell Rhys and happy birthday Donerse, Rhys and Alan barbecue chez les Griffin.

So it was that at about 12h30, in Mérignac on the way to Eysines, our clutch cable broke again...
OK.

So I phoned the breakdown service and asked them to take the car back to our place so I could refer the problem back to M. Plazy who replaced the whole clutch mechanism in November. Liz picked up kids and Pat for barbecue and I went home and got ready for the internet live-link to Scotland.

The live-link went very well - better than I thought it would. Then the Gregsons arrived from Provence so we had a nice late-night cup of tea before turning in.

Sunday was another busy happy day - Ben preached in French followed by birthday pizzas on the patio at our place with the Griffins and Gregsons.

David Gregson preached in the evening and then we had a nice after-church supper. The trestle table only collapsed twice and all went off well.

So job number 1 this morning is to talk to the garagiste, M. Plazy, about the clutch cable.
Job number 2 is to order the weekly shopping by internet.
Job number 3 will be to go into Bordeaux with Gwilym after shoes,
and number 4 is the mission week fun night at centre FAC.

Comments

Ken said…
Okay, so who's going to sort out the trestle table then? Or is that supposed to be a little surprise for the next users???
7:20 pm
Alan said…
The answer is to ditch it and get proper folding tables - or at least one !
9:36 pm
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