This morning we received a knock on the front door administered by a highway maintenance man setting up his team to repair the potholes at our entrance, asking if we would like to move our car, which, of course, we did.
For the first time this task seems to have been carried out properly. We were advised not to drive over the patch for two hours after they had left.
Within seconds of their departure later this afternoon, a veritable convoy of vehicles streamed across the surface. Our informant had told be that if it were up to him he would leave the bollards and traffic lights in place overnight. But that was not his instruction.
Readers will have noticed the buildup of soil nurturing a fine raised crop of grass and dandelions on the opposite side of the road. This is the spillage of decades of heavy trucks carrying gravel and sand from a nearby excavation pit.
Before we set off for a Tesco shop I recovered missing pictures from
and changed its category to Books.
Although Jackie’s broken toe is still sore we reverted today to our normal shopping system which involves me waiting in the car with a book, poised to unload the shopping trolley into the car, and into the house on arrival home. The book was Balzac’s Droll Tales.
Later I published: https://derrickjknight.com/2023/04/19/droll-tales-24/
This evening we all dined on Jackie’s wholesome cottage pie; boiled new potatoes; roast sweet ones; tender runner beans; and crunchy carrots, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank Séguret Côte du Rhône Villages 2020.