Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
Autumn is firmly here, the colours are amazing. This is on the road between Castres and Mazamet:
On the way out the other day, I noticed there’s graffiti in our neighbourhood. One knows one lives in seriously bourgeois territory when this is an expression of youthful rebellion:
The garden is progressing. The border for the driveway goes in this week. We didn’t like the ones available at the local garden or diy stores (everything looked flimsy), so Olivier found us a company that made things for public places (parks, sidewalks etc.) They didn’t deliver and everything they made was big. This meant Mike and I personally made four trips to pick up 60 border pieces weighing forty kg each. We took them to be cut by a mason, then made four more trips to get them all back to the house. Now we’ve laid them out to make work easier for the man who’s going to cement them into place.
I’ll be done removing carpet adhesive from the dining room floor this week. Then comes the waxing. We have to decide if we buy a waxer or just rent one. They’re not expensive, so it may be worth buying, considering the size of the house.