Excuse me if I scream

Ste Mylène
Yesterday's weather: Lovely

We had a lovely morning yesterday. It was market day so we joined the many thousands of others in our little local town - sitting in a traffic jam. The first since we left the UK. We should have known better on a Saturday in August, but we wanted to show off the area to our visiting friend. We did eventually park and, after a quick tour of the market stalls and realising that if I bought anything (cheese, fish) it wouldn't enjoy the walk we intended to do, we set off up the hill to the viewing platform at the top of the town. From here, you can see for many miles in every direction. It really is a stunning view on a beautiful clear day, which is was. Back down in town we bought the few things we needed for lunch and returned home.

After lunch we tackled the pile of wooden jigsaw pieces that is our chalet, planning to check the contents and then move them all over to the prepared site on the other side of our land.

The floor of the chalet is missing.

I have contacted customer services and we are waiting for a reply from them when they have been in touch with the haulier who, of course, don't work on Saturdays or Sundays. Meanwhile we will sit and twiddle our thumbs. Not patiently! We have already waited six weeks for the chalet to be delivered and can't do anything without laying the floor first. We are all set and ready to go and had planned next week's work. Now we are so frustrated and I just don't feel that my French is good enough to have a real rant on the phone. I mean, I could rant away but then I would be so wound up that I won't understand whatever they say in response. I just want to go to the bottom of the garden and have a good scream like I did in the old days when we had three teenage girls in the house. (Sorry girls).

This morning the boy has got me up bright and early again. I wish it was bright. It's pouring with rain - weather to match my mood.