It's your job !

Monday spent waiting patiently at home for three DHL packages to arrive from London. They don't show up . The young woman at DHL France particularly unhelpful : '' How should I know when they'll arrive ? ". Angus can think of many things to say in response to this but settles for a lame ' because it's your job to ! '. An altogether more helpful person at DHL UK thinks they might come today or tomorrow . At least someone in that organisation understands what the ' help' in ' helpline ' is for . Angus and the family fellow go off for a long sunset walk down by the stream . Wilf takes a nap mid-route.

Aude , the decaratrice , has returned . She's spent the last week learning how to operate her new hand loom. From the fact that she's wearing dungarees and a t-shirt it can be assumed that progress on the alpaca weaving front is slow .

Wilf is let out into the garden for an early morning, pre-croissant , pit stop. In the half darkness I can make out the outlines of a small white mechanical excavator . Wilf christens it's tracks . Over breakfast it is clearly established that neither ' the font ' nor yours truly know when it was delivered , who delivered it and what it's for . How it got in through the gates without us hearing is a mystery . Plumber, builder, gardener , septic tank engineer, dropped off by mistake ? Watch this space .