Bump in the Night

We, that is mostly not I,  heard a muffled noise and a bit of a bump then a bump.  I didn't bother getting out of bed. In the morning we found  a painting laying perfectly flat face down and undamaged on the carpet.  It had fallen from above the piano. A close examination of the many delicate items showed not a single disturbance of any one of them, including numerous beaded porcelain dolls not to mention the irreplaceable woven glass walking stick. These were all arrayed directly under the painting which hit the piano and careered off to the side away from said objects.  The over one hundred yar old twine gave way in the centre.  The twin to this was still hanging like Democles over the glass, which I quickly took down.  The twine has now been replaced on both paintings by some modern builders nylon leveling string. It seems quite thin compared to the flaxen rope that kept them up for a century. Nevertheless all display items have been removed until the new suspension has been proved.

Crime Scene

Tell Tale Rope 

Original

Back in place but no ornaments below

Saint Nazaire Drive

Just when you think you are in Saint Nazaire turns out you are in La Baule.  It's a bit like thinking you're in Melbourne when you are in Williamstown. The drive here was eventful. A message came up on our car console which after translation said we are out of oil. Emergency engine overheating etc etc.  We needed fuel anyway so pulled in at the nearest station. Straight away we had trouble. The diesel fuel nosal would not fit into our car.  We double checked the paperwork and this car is definitely diesel only. We checked the pump and the hose was diesel. We fluffed around some more until someone came over and said we had pulled up to a diesel truck pump.  So we backed out and went to a car pump and the nosal fitted.  The oil was the next problem. Having bought some we could not get the oil cap off. Debbie got a guy from inside the fuel depot to come out and between us we eventually got the oil in.  This all must have taken an hour.  After we got going she said he was not a worker just another customer shopping in the station.  Half an hour later there was a four car crash that saw us parked on the road for another hour. We crept forward a bit at a time with endless emergency cars, ambulances,fire trucks going past.  No phasements.

Hermitage Barriere Hotel

Street Carnage

Avoiding Friday afternoon traffic particularly leading to a long weekend should be a rule imprinted in the brain.  Retirees tend to forget what long weekends mean. But when your street is blocked off and maybe the driveway as well.  Bulla Rd had an accident also which choked the area but we weren't expecting Woolley St to be blocked and that one did not make it onto the radio. Fortunately from the other direction, the road block started just from the corner of our fence and the driveway was clear.

Bonnets Up