French business rules being.....between 12:00 and 2:00 customers do not count.....

The longer we are here the more punctuation marks appear in our routine, some are exclamation marks as in filling the gas tank once a year at a thousand Euros, and others are the commas and full stops. Bin day, choir and talking to Mike's mum on Skype on a Friday night all seem to come up over and over again at an uncontrollable speed, we don't feel that we have taken breath in between events yet punctuation marks are suppose to give you a clue as to when to breath...... The storks are back, I was a little embarrassed by Tuesday having over-reacted to their arrival and they went a little elusive on me, but this morning on my tour of the field I caught them in the next field grazing and collecting nesting material so we can call their arrival a hyphen as they link the winter and summer in a most beautiful and encouraging way. It rained all day yesterday so my plan to go to Geffoss to beach comb was put on hold we had a car full of corn bags and HOSS on Monday but found heaps of drift wood and stones and couldn't bring them home. We did manage two bags of pebbles for the beach garden but I need wood to make a seating area so we will be back as soon as the weather clears up. We had a very windy night on Monday and we have lost a few more tiles from the barn, we have taken advantage of the wet weather to find the drips and put pots and pans to collect the the water but the time is coming when we will need to consider our biggest project. In Montebourg on Sturday we came across a roofer with his stall all set up and his leaflets flapping in the breeze but a quick look at the town clock gave us a clue....it was midday and he was in the bar for lunch, French business rules being.....between 12:00 and 2:00 customers do not count.....