The Kitchen Doors and Other Snores

The knocking out completed, Kevin moved on to fitting the French doors. That's the frame in.

Kevin used bits of rock he'd just smashed out to lumpen up the cement mix.

There'll be two steps up from the kitchen, and one step out onto the terrace.

Doors safely in place as the sun sets...

Eagle-eyed readers will have noticed that there is a rather nice cream and black range cooker loafing in the kitchen. We bought it at a very special price (a quarter of what it would cost in the UK) from an electrical store called Boulanger, which is a rather obscure name; it means 'baker' in French. But then I guess that there are electrical stores with odd names in Britain, for example, Curry's. That could be equally confusing. And there are lots of people called ' Baker' in England who might well decide to set up a business selling electrical goods, although it would be difficult to resist selling bread and cakes, wouldn't it? Well, the cooker... It was delivered by a delivery firm called Geodis. As we live fairly remotely, we left signposts along the route.

With a little help from Buzz Lightyear...

Em and I like to hang out in Tulle, we've decided. There are lots of shops, galleries and restaurants, but we are drawn to the back streets, to unearth the hidden treasures of a haunting city. Here a few little snapshots of our recent explorations. You must understand that these are entirely secret missions into uncharted private hallways and stairwells. Don't spread this around... and don't do this at home!

Part of Les Miserables film set, I think...

What we were actually trying to achieve in Tulle was to find any one of the three brocante stores advertised on the internet, to no avail. They all seem to be spurious.

And meanwhile, back at my beans...