Slept in today and woke at 8.40 – probably due to having a proper pillow at last and the excitement of watching last night’s fantastic rugby game
I hung out for a bit in the attic, ankle-deep in pigeon droppings as usual and picked up a few bits of crap among the way
There was a broken moulded tile of some sort, complete with incy wincy. I took photos – recording everything – and a piece of rusted hardware that probably needs to go back on one of the shutters at some point. We seem to be treating this place like an archaeological dig as much as a renovation. I tried to remove anything we wanted before the roof guys just sweep it all out. I also found what must be the original frame for the lantern over the stairway. I only realised what it was when I saw broken glass caught in the torchlight
There was newspaper dated Tuesday 26th April 1955, stuck between rotten floorboards. I couldn’t decide the reason for the paper being stuffed down there and I don’t advocate using it as a DIY material, but it had survived over sixty years before I dragged it out. Will the house now collapse?
The church clock struck twelve and I retreated downstairs for lunch with my carrier bag of tragic treasures, like some compulsive shopper covered in cobwebs. On the way out I also recorded the final resting place of the last pigeon. It’s sad, it’s gruesome, but she probably had a good long life. I didn’t put her in my shopping bag. Charlotte will probably complain
I love how France stops at lunchtime. I love that on a Sunday there is nothing to do. Nothing but potter
On the way downstairs I grabbed the few items of textiles that I had squirrelled away for washing at My Home from Home from Home this evening. I don’t know if any of the pieces are to my taste, but if I can’t find a place for them, someone else will
2 thoughts on “Things in the Roof”
I’m still in honeymoon holiday mode, so I dare say I will grow to despise it (I still forget to buy food for lunch sometimes)
I’m with you on the enforced Sunday torpor – although I liven up in vide grenier season! – but I can’t cope with lunchtime closing and still haven’t got used to it after 11 years of living here.
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