Easter Sunday in France

The Easter Bunny does not come to France because the local drunken hunters are shooting anything that moves early Sunday mornings, so our chocolate eggs are delivered by a bell- I hear the wretched thing ding-donging away at seven in the morning and obviously dropping eggs by the mega-tonne all over our garden, our dogs were in a feeding frenzy for a while , but enough were left for me to be worried about my next check-up in a couple of weeks time – so out with the bicycle before I see the doctor.

I worked off a bit of the Cadbury’s chock pile by building a wall with my son Jack this afternoon and trying to get the garden irrigation system working ready for the summer months of endless, hot, lizard scorching, sunshine. We are already having lunch and supper in the garden most days. And people ask us why we came to live in France ?

The next project is cleaning and sorting out the pool – my ideal swimming pool is in someone else’s garden, much like boats, planes, wives and most expensive things – other peoples are more fun and cost much less – but our greeny black mess is lurking there like something out of a horror movie – I am expecting a tentacle to creep over the edge, grab my ankle and drag me into the murky depths – I keep threatening to fill it in an grow tomatoes, but the family promise to keep it clean and do all the work every day so I am daft enough to believe them and so the pool stays. We have a politically correct “ionising” purification system – it is a load of rubbish, so I will be dosing it with drastic chemicals and hopefully have a crystal clear pool which will dissolve all known germs (and probably all the neighbors kids as well).

Ar least our pool is safe and legal, I often write about pool safety – it is a pet obsession of mine and I worry about pools which are toddler “threatening”, I do not believe a battery operated wobble-sensor can beat a good stout correctly made barrier – talking about wobble-sensors, I must get the bicycle out and not eat any more Cadbury’s eggs before I see the doctor .

A demain

Tony