Peace and quiet....

Management is off Playing amongst the trees, peace has descended all is well with the world.

Well of course we did have to drop the 806 of at le garage first.

No problem, over the mountain we went.

Me first in the plugeot with her dawdling in the xantia. Now there have been concerns about her driving of late. A neighbour was sufficiently worried to stop us in the street, was she well? he asked. It was just that he has grown used to driving into gateways, up hedges, between trees in regular efforts to avoid collision and she has just not been doing the mania of late, he was concerned about her health.

I was starting to think he had a point; the plugeot carries a lot more weight and gives away a fair amount of power to the xantia, yet I was comfortably ahead when I reached the garage.

Her excuse that she had run into the road works as the lights went red was at least credible and she did mention a van.

Now, white van men are like white van men everywhere and I remembered passing one on the narrowest bit of the track over the mountain and noting he was making brisk progress.

All is well, on the way back we passed him, he was parked by the side of the road, ashen faced, fists locked on the wheel, a fervent almost religious look on his face which was smeared with sweat - or was that tears? Seen that before I thought.

Her driving must be as normal....

But off she went to the woodland she went and peace reigned.

Gave the kitchen a bit of a clean and did the washing up.

Lit the fire and brought in a bit of fire wood.

Sharpened the chainsaw and managed to get the tools and saw out of the way just in time for her to get home and not think I had done it on the kitchen table.

She just gave a sniff and assumed I had lit the fire with petrol.

R