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    • Day 134

      28.01 Day 134 . . . Oh Deer, Oh Deer!

      January 28, 2023 in France ⋅ ⛅ 2 °C

      So for another day we both woke quite late and after a period of discussing the improving weather and life in general, we finally dragged ourselves out of bed to get showered and dressed.
      After a late breakfast of porridge, I watched some very very old TV whilst Tre finished getting ready. The Big Match Revisited and World of Sport brought back some fond memories of growing up in Crawley, especially football pitches resembling a ploughed field rather than a lush green turf covered masterpiece.
      About 2pm we hopped into Roxvanne, the injection warning light still popping up immediately on ignition. We took the back roads over to Sauze to go food shopping.
      On route we saw the Chasse were out in force, passing one field that had a hi-viz wearing huntsman in each viewing stand - all looking into the adjacent wooded area. We always take note of which way they are facing due to reading articles about deaths caused by the chasse - to drivers passing by in vehicles. Stray bullets from high powered rifles don’t differentiate between humans and wild boar or deer.
      We passed safely by and drove possibly another minute before in an adjacent field we saw five or six deer walking calmly across a ploughed field. If only the chasse had known 😂
      Into Sauze and subsequently SuperU we stocked up on pellets for the burner in the Gite, together with food for the week. No unknown foods for us to investigate this week so we opted for new cheese - Tomme de Normandie.
      On driving home using the road to nowhere rather than the back lanes, we saw even more deer, these standing right next to the main road - they obviously had heard the chasse were elsewhere.
      At home the dreaded I loading of the pellets took place. I will be so pleased when we can get the pellets in the van anywhere near the front door of home - rather than a little stroll with them.
      At home we had some of the cheese - which was lovely. If you asked Tre she would say it was a little fruity . . . She told me about five or six times 😂
      Next up I decided to attempt to sharpen some of the knives we have in the kitchen. Last week in the UK I had acquired Teresa’s Dad’s very old bench stone - a double sided block with two grades of coarseness.
      Now I’m not saying it was an outstanding success, but the knives I tried were definitely sharper than when I began. Every days a school day so next time it will be better.
      During the afternoon we made a batter for some new recipe Yorkshire Puddings we had found - and put it in the fridge for an hour as instructed.
      About 6.30 we set the Yorkshires off and running and subsequently had them with some chorizo sausages and salad . . . with a new untried salad dressing . . . all good!!
      In between some FA Cup football, we watched Michael McIntyre, Ant & Dec and then Lethal Weapon 2 on the TV for the evening. We are so living the high life - exciting to the extreme. All joking apart it is lovely spending time with Tre in the evenings, despite it being winter like here, just chilling and chatting, with no work the next day to be worrying about.
      If the house comes off, we will be heading into the summer and a whole new life will be opening up for us.
      Can’t wait 😎
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    • Day 198

      02.04 Day 198 . . . Happy Burvday Loz

      April 2, 2023 in France ⋅ ☁️ 9 °C

      There was a promise of lots of tools being sold at one of the local charity places this morning - ‘Hope’ At Sauze Vaussais.
      Having rested quite well yesterday 😂 we were up relatively early and out the door ready for our jaunt out.
      We got to Hope at about 9.30am and then saw the sign about being open at 10am. So we decided to check out another road to the Chenay house - thinking about lorry access. The road didn’t end up where we expected it to and so we made a small deviation to drive past the house anyway. On route we saw a number of Buzzards in the ploughed fields and then a very small bird which appeared to have a mask around its eyes. A black line that made it look like a bank robber. No idea what it was, so some research needed later. Nothing had changed at the house - no sign of a mass clear out at this point.
      We returned to Hope and went to explore. There were next to no tools, just the normal charity shop bits and pieces - plates, cups, glasses and jigsaws. Hope also has a little shop that sells English food stuffs - we’d never visited before so took a look. As luck would have it we’d just run out of English tea bags and the shop had a large bag. I decided we needed some . . . 10 bloody euros for a bag of tea bags!! Won’t be doing that again!!
      Before we left we grabbed a bacon roll each from a stall outside - bacon is still something we miss here, only when we smell it 🥓🥓
      From Hope we drove to the small spar in Sauze to grab some bits for dinner and then back to the Chenay house so I could check the route we actually would have to use, to see if it was suitable for a lorry . . . All seems ok!
      From the house we drove to Caunay where we knew there was a vide grenier
      happening. It appears this weekend is the start of all the local village vide grenier and brocantes starting.
      We parked at Caunay and had a walk around the stalls, lots of bits that would be handy when we have the house, but not at the moment as we don’t want anything else to store or move.
      From Caunay we decided to visit Lezay and their vide grenier also on this morning. As we left we commented on how nice Caunay was, we’d not visited before. One particular garden caught our eye as we drove past its boundary wall covered in Grape Hyacinth and Succulents.
      By the time we got to Lezay the weather had turned and was overcast and rain loomed. There wasn’t really very much at the vide and so we didn’t stay long.
      Back in Rox we took yet another untried route back to home, using back roads now full of fields of rapeseed. It’s grown quite substantially in the week we have been away.
      The afternoon drifted away, more penguins to catch up on and dinner cooked. A ‘Happy Birthday’ phone call to Lauren, who was out enjoying herself and then a quick call to my mum.
      Social media provided me with a little envy in regards to a little red tractor we could have bought if we had been in our house, but some thankful news that Graham Potter had been sacked - at last. The small bird we had seen earlier, our bank robber, was in-fact a Wheatear. First time ever seeing one of these and not a name I’d heard of before.
      Fab cauliflower cheese and steaks were on the menu for dinner, some evening TV and another day was done.
      Now we are actually in April - the house seems less of a dream and possibly more reality.
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    • Day 137

      31.01 Day 137 . . . Chenay Once More

      January 31, 2023 in France ⋅ ☁️ 4 °C

      I woke this morning and then fell straight back to sleep until nearly 10am - I slept all day yesterday, how is this happening?
      We both hopped up and got ourselves ready as we were visiting the house at Chenay again today - I even had a face scrape!!
      During this period of readiness I got a message to say the diagnostic gizmo for the car had been delivered - will need to sort that later on our return.
      We were at the house at Chenay at just gone 1.30pm awaiting the estate agent who was due at 2pm. We said our hello’s to the resident neighbours cats and had a look over the gate and then a walk down the lane. All seemed as we last saw it.
      The Estate agent arrived at 2pm and as previously had forgotten the code for the padlock on the gate . . .something about the 3 P’s springs to mind.
      Finally in we took a slow walk around the house together trying to check as many things as we could, things we had put on a list before driving here today. We wandered on numerous occasions from that list to look at bits and pieces we hadn’t included on the list. State of woodwork we knew needed attention, how old was the log burner stove, did the chimney on the bread oven even exist as a chimney, did the bathroom have any form of extraction . . . really not too exciting to most but to us little gems of knowledge.
      The beams upstairs didn’t seem so low this time which pleased me and the barn had been semi cleared . . . well a little anyway. We drew up a list with the estate agent of things we might be interested in if free and left, things we might consider buying and things we really wanted shipped out before we arrived . . . if all goes to plan.
      A spin into the hanger and a walk around the outside and garden to add to the list and we were done - probably about an hour. The estate agent made it clear in actions if not words that she needed to leave - we got the hint. After her departure we stayed a while to chat and say goodbye to the cats.
      We drove home via Maire Levescault to see if the cafe was open - it wasn’t, so we trundled for home.
      On route we had to pull over on ‘The road to nowhere’ to let a convoy through bringing even more turbine blades to somewhere - hopefully not too near here as we do seem to have quite a few already.
      At home we had cheese and crackers whilst emailing the bank re change of address details. Hannah also delivered the diagnostic gizmo, so I will call Warren tomorrow.
      I then had a sort out of some tool boxes, so that I could free a plastic box up for my seed sewing experiment - it took a bit longer than expected.
      Tre had put chicken into marinade yesterday, so that made an appearance for our evening meal and it was fab - chicken peppers, onion, garlic and chilli - what could be more perfect.
      We watched a bit of tatt TV before finding Saving Private Ryan on film 4 +1. The only problem was it being +1 and us being an hour ahead of UK TV meant it was gonna be a late finish. Having had so much sleep over the last couple of days I managed to see it through, but Tre gave up and retired to bed before they’d even found him, let alone try to get him home.
      SPOILER ALERT - PRIVATE RYAN MAKES IT HOME.
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    • Day 166

      01.03 Day 166 . . . Dinner at Noyer

      March 1, 2023 in France ⋅ 🌙 2 °C

      Tre and I both woke at about 4am - both of us obviously thinking the same thing and chatting about it - why had we not been sent signed copies of the compromise. Both of us then struggled to get back to sleep but eventually drifted off.
      Waking again at about 8am the same subject was the main focus of our conversation. Tre received an email from the Insurance company with a revised Certificat D'assurance Automobile and our very first Certificat Provisoire d'Immatriculation, otherwise known as a Carte Grise - official vehicle registration document in France- well an email copy of it anyway. Roxvanne is now officially Roxvanné with her new index number of
      GM-285-LP.
      We got up and had breakfast, then sat and composed an email to our French Notaire asking for clarification.
      To shift it from our heads and as the weather was glorious we decided to walk the nearby lanes. So off we pottered wrapped up to avoid the chill but enjoying the sunshine on our faces, while checking out all the little flowers and plants that have suddenly appeared in this more spring like weather.
      We were probably out for over an hour doing our usual circuit, this time in reverse, annoying the large Alsatian in one particular house . . . We always do!
      Back at home we decided as we were wrapped up to take the recycling to the bins and the bottles to the bottle bank. We always feel like drunken bums walking down the road with an ever chinking bag of bottles - probably to near the truth.
      Back at home we chilled for a couple of hours before getting ready and then walking to the Relais car park, where we had arranged to be picked up by Lou and Vince at 6.30pm.
      Just before 6.30pm we were sat in the car with Lou and Vince and were being whizzed off to Auberge du Noyer for dinner. Auberge du Noyer is just south of Montjean and we arrived about 15 minutes later.
      We had not been to Noyer before although we had heard it mentioned regularly by others and as we had heard, the food was fab with so much choice. We spent the evening catching up on each other past month or so and generally chewing the fat about life. The hours flew past and it seemed not long before Lou and Vince were dropping us back outside our place at well gone 10pm. We have been really lucky to have found certain people here that have given us so much help, advice, support and friendship - couldn’t ask for more.
      Indoors I settled down and found West Ham v Manchester Utd was still on TV and was heading to extra time with about 10 minutes to go - so I was happily anticipating another 1/2 hour if football. At that point West Ham caved in and Utd win 3-1 in the last minutes of normal time - so I went to join Tre who had already gone to bed.
      Tomorrow we try to get Roxvanné her new plates!! We may possibly even hear about the Compromise - would be nice!!
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    • Day 202

      06.04 Day 202 . . Botanical Knowledge!

      April 6, 2023 in France ⋅ ⛅ 9 °C

      Not an early get up again this morning, but once up and breakfasted we were straight back on it.
      A further email to the lorry hire company with driving licences and other info plus some questions, booking ferry crossings x3 which proved less easy than previously due to the length of the 7.5t lorry. Booking a hotel outside Dieppe for our return journey. Sorting some accounts stuff and emailing the bank.
      That all done we perched ourselves outside for another dose of sunshine - it was lovely.
      A few nibbles for lunch and we decided to go on one of our walks of the lanes nearby. Tre ran for a shower first, while I put some chicken with garlic ginger and green Thai curry paste for dinner and then we were off for the walk.
      Whilst doing these we’ve been noting the changes in plants and crops along the roadsides and the fields, trying to spot changes that actually help identify some of them.
      Today we noticed the following over our 2.5 mile ramble. Japanese Honeysuckle which is actually in our patio garden, Broad Bean, Rutabaga, Cherry Laurel, Cow Parsley, Smooth Bedstraw, Blackthorn and Shining Cranesbill . . . and add into the mix a Green-Veined White butterfly - a male, as he only had one spot and not two on each wing.
      Back at home an hour or so later we again chilled on the patio, joined again by the neighbour cat - ‘Le Petit Chat’.
      He/She/They/It hasn’t been around for a while - probably as we’ve not been outside on the patio too much.
      Once back inside we watched a little TV with a cold drink and then stuck the chicken on for dinner. We timed finishing dinner just right to sit and watch another Film4 called Skyscraper with Dwayne Johnson. A sort of mix of Towering Inferno/ Die Hard the Nakatomi Plaza one and Mission Impossible Ghost Protocol - the Burj Khalifa stunt on the outside of the windows. Tom cruise used specialised suction cups - Dwayne used inside out gaffa tape around his hands 😂
      After that we sat and watched the next film up which was Tom Cruise in Reacher . . . and that took us up to bed time.
      Another day and another lesson about the uses of gaffa tape.
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    • Day 211

      15.04 Day 211 . . . Car’s & Tondeuse

      April 15, 2023 in France ⋅ ⛅ 10 °C

      After our very late night last night, weirdly we both woke about 8am. We chatted for about ten minutes before both falling back to sleep. We were then very late waking up. Tea and an almond tuile in bed and then down for breakfast.
      The weather was lovely and sunny with Simpson clouds . . . the big white puffy ones against a rich blue shy . . . like at the start of a Simpsons episode.
      Once ready we hopped into Rox and headed to Civray to check out some cars. On route we took a detour past the Chenay house to see if clearing out was still under way. We think we drove past the woman and son we met before Christmas, then driving the opposite direction. At the house the field fence had been removed and at the house there was obvious car tyre marks in the driveway to the front door. These had never been there before - so looks like things are progressing. A few photos of the fields nearby as we left Chenay - including a sort of lady bird. I’ve tried to identify it a number of way but can be positive as the photo I doesn’t have enough detail.
      We then headed to the Citroen garage at Civray and checked out some C3 cars they had. We think they might be too small for my masculine bulky (overweight) frame. So we headed across the road to Peugeot and spoke to a very nice man about a 3008 that they had.
      Five minutes later Tre and I were out on a test drive on our own, no agent with us, no checking if our driving licences, no taking of our home address or phone numbers - just set loose for a drive. We both had a drive - primarily Tre, as I’d driven one before that we had hired. Back at the garage safe and sound we sat and went through some stuff with the very nice man (who keeps Donkeys - much to Tre’s delight) and got some prices. We left the garage with some thinking to do.
      We drove to Civray and dropped into Intermarché to grab a few bits for tonight and tomorrow.
      From there we drove down the road to another form of Brico to check out Tondeuse - ride on mowers again. They really didn’t have too much to look at and so walked across the road to another garden/land equipment place. Now I’ve always worked on the premise that if there is no price tag on an item and you have to ask the price, you probably can’t afford it so why bother asking. So we didn’t stay long!
      Having had most of the afternoon out and about we decided to head for home enjoying the late afternoon sunshine - and discussing our needs when it came to a car. There is only the two of us most of the time - so do we really need something large and fairly luxury, not really. So time to re think our brand choices.
      Home about 6pm Tre quickly smashed out the same chorizo salad we had a couple of nights ago. We enjoyed it so much the other night it was fab to have it again. Also uncorked a bottle of our favourite red.
      We then watched a few episodes of The Night Agent - leaving us the final two episodes for tomorrow.
      Match of the Day finished our evening and finished any hope I had of Chelsea getting some pride in themselves.
      We may go to Lenzay tomorrow - let’s see what time we surface in the morning.
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    • Day 201

      05.04 Day 201 . . . The Safer Say’s No!

      April 5, 2023 in France ⋅ ☁️ 10 °C

      So another morning that we needed to get some admin sorted. The possibility of the house brings on some added requirements that we need to crack on with.
      Tre then saw the email from the Notaires clerk saying that the Safer had no wish to take on the house - so now with that news and the news the Mairie was not interested either meant were all guns blazing for the move. Tre sorted House Insurance.
      Further emails to confirms dates and requirements for the lorry hire. Emails to our English Notaire to check he had seen the Safer update. We then did some more to the accountants spreadsheet - nearly complete now.
      We stopped at about 2pm and sat outside on the sunshine on the patio. Nibbles and sunshine - who could ask for more. We decided to stay longer than we had first thought and took in as much sunshine as we could.
      I carried on getting the schedule of our trip to the UK sorted and which days we needed the lorry and crossings back and forth.
      Then had a call from little Daniel during which an issue with his car V5 came up, which caused a bit of stress and nagging of him.
      We then realised we had left sorting a proper meal for the evening far too late and so cheese rolls and crisps it was.
      We settled in to watch some rubbish TV and then found a film called Sahara on film4 with Matthew McConaughey in the lead role. Surprisingly good if not a little far fetched at times.
      Then it was bed - we didn’t do the walk we had promised ourselves, but that sunshine afternoon chill session was the business!!
      Rumour has it Frankie Lampard may be making a brief return 😂
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    • Day 138

      01.02 Day 138 . . . Ruffec

      February 1, 2023 in France ⋅ ☁️ 4 °C

      We both got for breakfast, ringing the changes again with scrambled egg on toast - having time on your side does allow you to pamper yourselves with breakfast choice . . . no more grabbed slice of toast running for the door. Weirdly however I was feeling rough again . . . headache and feeling nauseous. I put it down to too much sleep over the past couple of days and decided that I needed to give myself a kick up the backside and crack on.
      I messaged Warren about the diagnostic gadgets arrival and he immediately called me. So fleece on and gadget in hand (the diagnostic gadget) it was outside to Roxvanne. Actually it wasn’t too cold at all and after attaching the gadget to Rox’s inner parts Warren was able to give me the good news. There was an issue but not anything to worry about for a while. Something to fix when back in the UK. So using my new gadget I cleared all the fault lights on Rox’s dashboard and returned to the warm. Warren is a Legend!!
      Tre had some bits and pieces to do and so I swallowed a couple of French Elephant Paracetamol and grabbed a couple of hours snooze to try and clear the headache.
      At about 2pm we ventured out as the weather was lovely and drove to Ruffec - somewhere we have been through a number of times but never stopped. We parked up and walked the main shopping streets. One thing you do notice here is that no two villages or towns have the same shops, its only on the outskirts you occasionally find a well known supermarket or a very rare McDonalds.
      Into a patisserie we popped and I had the most gigantic mille feuile - I should have cut it in two and had half the next day . . . . nah, it was lush.
      Following our patisserie stop we drove to a nearby Leclerc to grab some bits for Gilly and Paul visiting tomorrow, I also found a very peppered sausage which looked too good to ignore.
      From here a visit to a very new built Lidl on the outskirts of the town - just so I could attempt to buy some chilli seeds. Success - Birds Eye Chilli seeds x3 packets acquired.
      We then headed home and found ourselves eventually on ‘The road to nowhere’. Tre has fairly often mentioned a church near to where we are staying, but that we’ve never driven past on any of our trips out - so this time as the weather was lovely with a milky sky, it seemed a good time to try and find it. It transpired it was the church in Les Alleuds, the Église Notre-Dame, ancienne abbatiale de Les-Alleuds (Notre-Dame church, former abbey church of Les Alleuds) - the next hamlet to where we are living. It was quite a large and impressive church for such a small hamlet and had an outside staircase leading underground, which we couldn’t explore. The church was shut and so we admired from outside.
      Once home we again had a nibbles tea of cheese and bread and of course the pepper sausage.
      The evening once again passed with some TV and lots of nattering.
      I still felt a little rough when going to bed - maybe this time it was a mix of mille feuille and pepper sausage that was the cause.
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    • Day 210

      14.04 Day 210 . . . Who Killed 007

      April 14, 2023 in France ⋅ 🌬 10 °C

      After waking we heard a knock at the door. Tre wasn’t happy that I asked her to go down to answer and even less happy when she dropped an Amazon package on my chest saying what have you ordered now. When I convinced her to open it and found a book she liked the other day she was decidedly happier with me 😂 I do create aggro for myself with stupid surprises!!
      We then got downstairs for breakfast.
      There wasn’t much on the agenda for today but I still had some outstanding admin.
      An email to the Notaire to check they had received the money we sent, an email to the Brocante lady who had a table and chairs we were interested in. A call to the UK to order a new battery for Rox that will be fitted when we return in May. Finally an email to the Douane in Niort asking about importing my scooter - hopefully I can bring that over.
      Meanwhile Tre had completed some more boring tasks of laundry and sorting the place out.
      The weather was lousy outside - on and off rain but generally dismal.
      I sat and wrote up a couple of Penguins and then set about servicing my clippers! My barnet was in need of sort out and it’s been ages since I serviced these things - which I’ve had for years!!
      Tre and I both settled down mid afternoon and watched a few episodes of the Night Agent on Netflix.
      Dinner was a Tre masterpiece of Turkey and oven roasted vegetables, with Soy, Balsamic and Garlic - we also had Tabbouleh, which was anew one on me . . . Bulgar Wheat, which was lovely with the soy/balsamic/garlic sauce running through it.
      The evening drifted with a couple more Night Agent followed by a Bond film on TV - Die Another Day. Whoever decided it was a good idea to kill off James Bond needs their head examined. I know 007 continues, but now no Bond 🙁
      We did do a little planning of how to get to the Italian town used in the film in which Bond does a motorbike leap - alike the jump in The Great Escape. Only 18.5 Hrs to drive there from here!
      We finally rolled into bed at 2.30am - dirty stop outs . . . and then couldn’t sleep!
      Hopefully we will sleep in !
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    • Day 213

      17.04 Day 213 . . . Lancaster Bomber

      April 17, 2023 in France ⋅ 🌙 11 °C

      We had set an alarm to make sure we were up this morning. A restaurant we had been to a couple of times previously - Auberge du Noyer at Londigny - had started last week, to do a full English breakfast twice a week. Tre had seen the advert and booked us in. We’ve not had a full English for months.
      So we were up and at it and ready to leave in plenty of time.
      We hopped into Roxvanné and pulled off the driveway into the country lane - our only route to anywhere. At which point Tre shrieked at me and pointed to a very large bird waddling down the centre of the lane, blocking any traffic - had there been any apart from us.
      The bird which we now know to be a Muscovy Duck, wasn’t much for moving until I got right behind him and revved the engine a little. At this point it took off like an overloaded WW2 Lancaster bomber.
      The Muscovy duck (Cairina moschata) is a large duck native to the Americas, from the Rio Grande Valley of Texas and Mexico south to Argentina and Uruguay. Small wild and feral breeding populations have established themselves in the United States, particularly in Florida, Louisiana, Massachusetts, the Big Island of Hawaii, as well as in many other parts of North America, including southern Canada. Feral Muscovy ducks are found in New Zealand, Australia, and in parts of Europe.
      It is a large duck, with the males about 76 cm (30 in) long, and weighing up to 7 kg (15 lb). Females are noticeably smaller, and only grow to 3 kg (6.6 lb), roughly half the males' size. The bird is predominantly black and white, with the back feathers being iridescent and glossy in males, while the females are more drab. The amount of white on the neck and head is variable, as well as the bill, which can be yellow, pink, black, or any mixture of these colors. It may have white patches or bars on the wings, which become more noticeable during flight. Both sexes have pink or red wattles around the bill, those of the male being larger and more brightly colored.
      Obstruction dealt with we drove in the sunshine to Londigny and parked up.
      The breakfast was blooming lovely, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Tre eat so much so fast - and never have I seen her eat fried bread, so without doubt we will be back.
      We headed back to Sauze and stopped at Bricomon - we forgot it was Monday and also now lunchtime, so it was shut. A quick stop in SuperU to check for some cleaning bits we might need next week and we were heading home. Nearly at home we noted the Lancaster Bomber had taken up residence on a roadside pile of compost and gravel.
      After a very brief stop at home we were heading out again on our way to Niort, again to check for some bits we might need next week but also car hunting.
      We found our way straight to the Peugeot and Citroen site which also housed Spoticar - so lots of cars on site. We spent the best part of 90 minutes looking for specific models we’ve sort of settled for and sitting in a few to check sizes. Each year model is obviously different to the previous year - some better than others.
      After finding nothing that met both our size and financial needs we departed and headed to Leroy Merlin.
      Once parked up near to Leroy’s we opted to quickly pop into GiFi which is another B&Q/The Range type affair - only to find nothing in there we were really looking for.
      Across the road we quickly checked out Leroy but by now I think we had both had enough and shopping boredom had set in, so we very soon gave up and found ourselves back in Rox heading home.
      Nearly back at Melle we stopped into DSI Automobiles, a garage we’ve visited before and there saw the same guy as previously ‘Charlie’. Again we trolled through the cars he had on the forecourt but with no luck. He is a lovely guy though, so always good to have a chat with him - in pigeon French/English.
      From Charlie’s we headed for home, still bathed in sunshine.
      At home unfortunately the patio was in full shade as it was late-late afternoon.
      We bother skipped evening meal as the brekkie this morning was still filling out tummy’s!
      It didn’t seem long until bedtime called - the days are now slipping away quickly towards the new house at Chenay.
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    Département des Deux-Sèvres, Departement des Deux-Sevres, Deux-Sèvres, Deux Sèvres

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