Saturday, 13 June 2009

Mountain morning

I have just stuck my head out of the door to summon the cat. The perfume of the broome on the hills is incredibly potent at this time of day - it is one of my favourite times of year. The evenings are light and I can stay out in the garden until gone ten O clock. Mornings are the time for rushing around, getting through your tasks, so that you are able to crash in a heap in the afternoons when temperatures become crazy hot.I tried to find a picture of the yellow broome blossom, but I couldn't.You'll have to be satisfied with sheep instead. Wrong time of year, wrong size sheep and no cute little whiny lambs. Our woolly friends surround us at the moment. At night, we are lulled to sleep by the soft tinkle of sheep bells through the open windows. If it's bucolic you want, you've come to the right place.



Three more weeks of the school term left, and then the long vacance. There will be a lot of swimming. Beaches, lakes and ice-creams feature heavily in Sprog's plans. Relatives too, which is always a bonus.We might even manage a trip away, if we are lucky. Swanky (and cheap) destination of choice this year, is the South West coast of England. Quoi neuf? It's my favourite place on the planet, basically, with this place running a close second.

We have builders coming at some point. I can't be any more specific than that. French builders don't really do 'time scales'. Actually, that's unfair. They DO do 'time-scales', they just don't bother sticking to them at all. Which begs the question, 'What's the bloody point?' The building work in question is far from sexy. If it were an elegant new orangery for the east-wing, refurbishment of the infinity pool or a bespoke new kitchen, I might be getting excited. But it's more, yawn yawn structural crap - you know, just stuff to stop the place from crumbling around our ears. Expensive and invisible - totally dull. The only thing that adds a frisson of excitement to the whole sorry state of affairs is 'How the f**k are we going to pay for it?'

I don't often blog at this hour in the morning.It's perhaps a little early,I'm writing like a tit. Maybe I'll come back later this afternoon once my brain has engaged. Have a delicious, fragrant,sensory delight of a weekend.

11 comments:

The Gossamer Woman said...

The flavor of my posts depends on what time of the day I write them too. Sometimes I'm damn depressing and sometimes I'm quite upbeat.

Having structural building work done is not even like having plastic surgery. It's more like getting a hip replacement. All that work and the costs and nothing to show for it and to brag about.

Hope you have a great weekend and I do like the sound of those sheep with their tinkly bells. Somehow I think that's missing in my life.

screamish said...

oh yeah, French builders, the original anarchists. Perhaps you should set a payment schedule and then discard it in the same style.

A pity that the expensive work will be invisible...

Brennig said...

Wondering, Mya you sexbomb, how tits write? Because they don't have hands, do they? Unless you meant the small feathered kind of tit not the shapely breasty kind of tit? But the small feathered kind of tit has no hands either. Yes, they do have beaks, I'll give you that.

Anyway, builders.

I'll have to trot you down to the house in Spain some time if you want to be amazed at builders booking systems can be at variance to Real Time!

That's Real Time as in actual temporal measurements in a non-fictional and non-existential kind of way. Not Real Time as in the Mexican defender on the bench at Real Madrid the football team.

Because that would be lunacy, obv.

Love you to bits. Mwah!

Sally said...
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Sally said...

Mya - wish you would write more often! Love your posts. They always make me laugh. x

Maggie May said...

I can pick up the lazy, hazy days of summer. Your post oozes with it.

SW coast of England..... great place to holiday. So diverse!

Your French builders seem even worse than ours! I have an electrician coming Tuesday .... I hope. Half our electrical sockets are not working in the kitchen Something my dear husband did! And the lights have to be rewired thanks to the rats gnawing all the insulation off! Happy days!

Iota said...

Can you use the word "skittish" again in a post soon, please? We haven't had that one for some while, and I think this is a good time of year for it. Or do you only use it in autumn? Have I a few more months to wait?

Not Waving but Drowning said...

I warmed to your blog streaight away.

Sometimes I need a city fix so dash off to Nantes.

I go so sick of seeing green... trees, grass, bushes, fields etc.etc.

aims said...

Girl - I loved the flavour of your post. Morning is a good time with the birds chirping away in the trees and the wind blowing oh so gently. It could almost be there instead of here for me.

I've heard quite a bit about the 'timing' of the French builders. How willy nilly of them. Must be a wonderful way to do business. I wonder what their books look like.

Looking at my comment it might be a little too early in the morning for me as well. Off for another cup of coffee.

SpiralSkies said...

I think early-morning posting sould be encouraged. It's far more hygienic than most other activities available at that time.

I think I might fit my new sheepish neighbours with bells. Especially the butch one who sounds like a cow.

You see? You've inspired me no end. And it's early. Crumbs.

Mya said...

Irene,
Yes, my morning post seem to be quite optimistic in tone, evening posts on the other hand, tend to be more downtrodden!

Screamish,
If I catch them shitting in the garden, I will not be pleased. I have been practising with my catapult out of the upstairs window.

Brennig,
The builder has quite a few fingers missing and he fell off a roof not long ago. I'm beginning to worry for him. I might force him to take an eye test before work commences - I'd hate him to demolish the neighbour's house.

Sally,
Ah, thank you Sally!Glad to be of service!

Maggie,
I think I can delete the 'lazy' bit, as of next Wednesday, when school's out. Hope your building work has been completed successfully.

Dear Iota,
You, of all people, should know that skittish is a strictly September only word! When the new school term starts, the holiday makers leave and the Tramontane blows hot and hard.

NWBD,
Hello! Oh I know! Don't you just crave a bit of concrete and urban every now and then? Bucolic gets a bit much sometimes.

Hi Aims,
Morning is a good time to write if you have coffee. I'm trying to stay off coffee at the moment - so my posts tend to be herb fuelled. Usually, but not exclusively, tea.

Jen,
Hi there! Do you have the butch sheep too? They sound so funny don't they? Like sort of big balled cows. Quite alarming. It takes a few moments to realise what the sound is as they wind up a big 'baaaaaaaaa.'


Mya x