Thankful to our hens, the daffodils and Point P.

Eggs and Daffodils, daffodils and eggs, so just what does all of this mean if not the beginning of spring, Easter and something colourful and full of the promise of chocolate.

I went to clean up the chicky licks yesterday and I was presented with a booty of nine home bred eggs. There are two new little white ones in there so one of the girls has started to lay and this could mean a prolific new chapter in one of our hen’s existence.  

Before we set off on our free the little barns from obscurity project yesterday we actually had two bits of rotten news. I called Carglass in St LO to chase up the replacement windscreen for our camper, which has been an ongoing chase for the past three weeks. The confused and apologetic man confessed he could see that our dossier had been lost, but re found and that the commercial arm of the company had got the request to order the windscreen but something had gone wrong and they would call us later, which they have not, and I am loosing the will to live with their incompetence. Then a phone call from ERDF who are the electricity installation arm of EDF said that despite having had our application registered for a month, now say that we can’t have the installation we want and that they needed to send an engineer out to survey the area. Bad new is that they don’t have an engineer free much before the middle of April. Frustrated, well, we could have both spat on the French National Flag. Then we were expecting the water board to come and drill a hole under the road to put in a water supply and at two O’clock today they called to say they couldn’t come after all and they would call us next week, I can feel an epic developing with that lot as well. Good news is that we were due to have the septic tank and two huge bags of sand delivered by Point P and as I sat up in bed with my ritual mug  of tea thinking we had loads of time because they would surly deliver to the commercial customers busy building stuff before coming to us, but No. At eight fifteen this morning there they were ringing our gate bell and I was forced to hang out of the window in my jimmy jams and shout  “J’ arrive……”.

Our neighbour Jacquie came out  to watch over the proceedings and there I was with my morning face on looking totally adorable but at least a success story to boast. So today we are thankful to our hens, the daffodils and Point P.