Boom!!!

My bike path. Their farm track. We share.

38C in the shade.

Something mega out in the fields.

No expansion joints.

Riding here at night is not a good idea…..

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‘Nuff said

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Bloody cats……

I’m on record as being a dyed-in-the-wool cat-hater.

They’re without exception devious, self-centred, manipulative, murderous shits.

Give me a decent-sized dog  (Labrador/Retriever or similar) any day…

The place we rented in Roussillon has this resident-in-charge, Blacky.

Lurked around the place until a well-directed shove sent a clear message to sod off.

So far so good.

At some stage, an intruder in the form of an evil-looking orange monster appeared on the scene.

We called it “Trump”

Much yowling and dick-swinging at all hours and Blacky took up residence on the wall of our terrace to observe Trump laying claim to the territory below.

Well-aimed rock moved him on.

I now appear to have become Blacky’s friend.

Bastard turns up every morning and follows me around.

What’s French for “piss off….”?

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You know you’re in the Luberon #21

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….when the Mistral blows all the tiles off church steeples.

Oh.

They’re built that way so that there are no tiles to blow off?

Cue for a song….

Noel Coward was a charmer.
As a writer he was brahma.
Velvet jackets and pyjamas,
“the gay divorce” and other dramas.

There ain’t half been some clever bastards
(Lucky bleeders, lucky bleeders)
There ain’t half been some clever bas-tards.

Van Gogh did some eyeball pleasers.
He must have been a pencil squeezer.
He didn’t do the Mona Lisa,
That was an Italian geezer.

There ain’t half been some clever bastards
(Lucky bleeders, lucky bleeders)
There ain’t half been some clever bas-tards.

Einstein can’t be classed as witless.
He claimed atoms were the littlest.
When you did a bit of splitting-em-ness
Frighten everybody shitless
There ain’t half been some clever bastards.
Probably got help from their mum
(who had help from her mum).
There ain’t half been some clever bastards.
Now that we’ve had some,
let’s hope that there’s lots more to come.

There ain’t half been some clever bastards
(Lucky bleeders, lucky bleeders)
There ain’t half been some clever bas-tards.

Okey-dokey!
Oh!
Segovia.
Da-laa la-laa da-daa da-lee
De dump di dump de dump-dump-diddle li-lee.

There ain’t half been some clever bastards
(Lucky bleeders, lucky bleeders)
There ain’t half been some clever bastards
(Lucky bleeders, lucky bleeders)
There ain’t half been some clever bastards
(Lucky bleeders, lucky bleeders)
There ain’t half been some clever…
…bastards.

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You know you’re in France #20

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…when they have laws against painting stuff….

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You know you’re in Menerbes #19….

….when that washing machine noise you think you’re hearing is heaps of folding stuff being recycled.

Dude #1 has bought an old structure (probably belonged to the larger structure on the left…)  just below the village.

Thought it might be a GOOD IDEA to line his new driveway with Italian Cypress trees.

100+ of them.

Over 4m tall.

Around €500 a shot.

Not including all the Jacques et Michels, le Digger ou le Crane all of whom spent a good 2 days on the job.

Plus the palm trees, natch.

20 of those…

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Dude #2 snaffled a place bang slap in the middle of the village.

Built on a cliff.

His backyard is now a swimming pool.

And what used to be a wall now has a big hole in it for yer inside-outside flow, as they say in the real estate ads.

Not much privacy, though.

Not as if you could plant some Italian Cypress to shield yourself from the throngs searching every nook and cranny for Peter Mayle…

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Is this the new Johnny Hallyday…?

Certainly seems very popular, this Don Desang chappy.

Concerts all OVER the place and pretty much every day, although I wouldn’t be too interested in fronting up in the late afternoon for a singalong…

Funny lot, these French…

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