YAWN.......
What a boring week, bugger all of interest to report except that i have been busy varnishing bloody windows and doors all week. How exciting is that? not very....yawn....bored......
Today at least things are on the up, it is apple presing day in the village. Time to pick those windfalls that you can't eat and take them to be pressed and made into apple juice.... lovely.
Now of course it isn't that simple on arriving with said apples they are weighed and for every two kilos of apples you get a litre of apple juice. If you supply the bottles it costs about 40pence litre! not bad eh? So, we ended up with 30kg from our tree so 15 litres of juice to come. We put the bottles in the queue and retired to the bar after getting an invitation to a drink from a local friend..... well, one drink leads to another as more friends come into the bar while waiting for their bottles to be filled and so on...... two hours later we came out to collect our full bottles and saw the gendarmes having a chat with people whilst leaning against OUR car... damned cheek.. we of course asked them very very very nicely if they would mind terribly if we could get to our car to put the juice in!!! No problem, smiles and a chat... best be nice to them as they carry guns...as we left they were just going into the bar.... bet they come out two hours later as well... bet they don't pay for their drinks though.....perhaps i should become a gendarme?
Today at least things are on the up, it is apple presing day in the village. Time to pick those windfalls that you can't eat and take them to be pressed and made into apple juice.... lovely.
Now of course it isn't that simple on arriving with said apples they are weighed and for every two kilos of apples you get a litre of apple juice. If you supply the bottles it costs about 40pence litre! not bad eh? So, we ended up with 30kg from our tree so 15 litres of juice to come. We put the bottles in the queue and retired to the bar after getting an invitation to a drink from a local friend..... well, one drink leads to another as more friends come into the bar while waiting for their bottles to be filled and so on...... two hours later we came out to collect our full bottles and saw the gendarmes having a chat with people whilst leaning against OUR car... damned cheek.. we of course asked them very very very nicely if they would mind terribly if we could get to our car to put the juice in!!! No problem, smiles and a chat... best be nice to them as they carry guns...as we left they were just going into the bar.... bet they come out two hours later as well... bet they don't pay for their drinks though.....perhaps i should become a gendarme?
posted by the peasant @ 5:05 am
1 Comments:
At 10:10 am,
R J Adams said…
Yep! It's a hard life. I suppose if the gendarme's breathalize anyone, they risk similar treatment when they leave the pub. Sounds like a good arrangement.
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