Just like last year, someone appears to have made off with spring again and we are trapped with eternal April Showers. That combined with a couple of late frosts has put pay to a whole pile of veg, again. I am now sling free though and feeling a lot better even after the second hospital visit when my hand swelled up, the veins in my arm were bulging and I was in excruciating pain.
We went out for afternoon tea yesterday and I was instructed to bring my accordion. It seems that during a drunken evening out a couple of months ago I agreed to play at the "fete de music" at the end of June. Tea revolved around me playing a few tunes with Gill accompanying on guitar. From here it became apparent that I wasn't just going to get away with playing the squeeze box. Now I also have to dress up as a clown and sing a French song translated into English. The good news is that Jane has to sing too however I feel she may find some urgent business on the other side of the channel that just happens to clash with the said date.
Our annual house party is set for next weekend. This year running in the condensed form of a Sunday night paella with a bunch of locals and expats. I think the head count is looking like 70 but can't be sure yet.
Trying to remain jovial, but I have successfully broken both ride on mowers, again, one flat tyre on old faithful and a different belt, I hope, on the new one although I haven't been brave enough to take it apart and check yet. Watch this space for a depressive update once I've been brave enough to strip it down.
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