So there I was, cat rolling in the dirt, etc. feeling very at home with my baguettes and lavender; a bit smug, in fact, when out of nowhere we have a fantastic row with the owner of the neighbouring vineyards and the man who farms the vineyards and the wife of the man who farms the vineyards and the partner of the woman who owns the vineyards (because that’s how it is here).
Actually it was Husband who did the rowing; I thought it best to make my Englishness scarce for a while. At least Husband is 50% Mediterranean and has all the right qualifications of olive skin and a proper accent, etc.
Unfortunately, it was completely our fault. We neglected to ask for permission to use the edge of the vineyard as access to install our septic tank – we’re talking about 20 metres of dirt track. So when a filthy great yellow JCB turned up on Monday morning and rolled around the vineyard, while I was celebrating the best free entertainment a mother of two young boys could wish for, a storm was brewing.
New septic tank arrives - free entertainment for the kids:
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