Washing up brushes and more

Used and abused
 

We have a serious problem with the Manly Washing up Brush.  The change in him is terrible.   When he first entered our house he was bright and cheerful. A few sessions in warm soapy water eradicated most of his face, and now his head has fallen off.  I think maybe he had a spiritual connection with a decapitated French revolutionary; he bore a slight resemblance to Camille Desmoulins.  Mike is going to attempt to glue him back together again but I am not hopeful.  Mike said he was not efficient at washing up, anyway, having rather soft bristles, but I had no quarrel with poor Camille.

As he was

 



Camille Desmoulins

I have slandered my husband.  Some time ago, I lost a knitting needle.  This was annoying as it was one of a pair that I was knitting something with.  I searched all around the area I had been knitting, fruitlessly.    I then saw Mike attempting to work on a small lawn mower trailer, which was ordered over the internet and arrived in bits as a put it together yourself project.   He was using a knitting needle to line up three metal bits through three central holes.   It was the same size as my missing needle and was also made of bamboo. I demanded return of it straightway and, though he handed it over, he insisted that it was not my needle but one he had had in a tool drawer for some time.   I suggested he pull the other one.  Now, this morning, I pulled out the settee to hoover behind it and there, in a very unexpected corner, was my missing needle.  My pulling out the settee to hoover behind it doesn’t happen very often, though.   I have returned the other needle to the tool drawer and will apologise.

 As anyone reading this may gather, not a great deal has happened this week.  We have been out to lunch twice, once with the Book Club and once with the Lunch Club and I have, as usual,  done a lot of dog walking.  Paula Taylor Moore and I managed 10 kilometres with three dogs round Tourtoirac on Thursday and felt very virtuous and tired by the end of it. 

Lunch Club - Hautefort

The weather is very mixed – one sunny day rapidly followed by a chilly, cloudy one and lots of rain.  This is very good for the crops, though not much fun for the humans.

 

 

 

 

 

We have a new lawn mower which, thankfully, arrived in one piece. 
 

 

Edward Snowden is still accused of espionage.  40 years ago, when Nixon had to resign as US president, when it was found that he had had the Democrat Headquarters bugged.  Those that did the bugging were convicted of crimes and Bernstein and Woodward, who broke the story, were hailed as heroes.  Nowadays it’s the opposite way round.  There’s no question of Obama resigning and Snowden is under threat of jail.  I do hope he gets to safe haven.