Don’t read too much into the fact I’m emailing you a bit earlier today. It’s mainly to give you time to jump into action. Anyway, there I was thinking last week was the low point of the year, and certainly I’ve noticed it’s lighter for longer in the afternoons now which is good news at least I suppose, but otherwise this had been a quiet old week. Still, at least Hen rang me this morning.
She began by telling me she had a cold which was an inauspicious start, but we are talking about Hen. Never a dull moment in her life. “It’s alright though, I’ve eaten a whole bulb of garlic so I’ll be fine soon enough”. New one on me I must admit. Good job she’s in France and its only her and a dog in a van. She nattered on. “All’s fine otherwise thanks Daddy. It’s rainy and the wind’s blowing 90kmph today so I’m bunkered down in the van. I love it here. Loads of work and I’ve met such brilliant people doing vine pruning. There’s a nice guy who has built himself a log cabin in the middle of a small citrus orchard and surrounded by vineyards. And a lovely young couple who are expecting a baby and live in a tepee. Now Uncle Robert’s gone – thank **** - I’m working for Eric the alcoholic, the one who looks like Dobby the house elf, who owns a lot of vines but really doesn’t like doing much to them himself. He’s always insisting that we head off on adventures. Well that’s what he calls them. Usually I tell him to go on his own as I’ve got the pruning to do and need the money, but sometimes I go with him. Yesterday we ended up at a petanque game. The men playing it were so old most of them couldn’t bend down to pick the boules up so they had a magnetic contraption on the end of a stick which did the job. The day before that he took me to a bar in a neighbouring village. It was wonderful. We went in and there was absolute dead silence apart from the sound of cards being laid on a table. Five old boys were sitting playing a game called Tarot, surrounded by about twenty others watching intently over the proceedings uttering not a sound. When the game finished about ten minutes later the whole place literally erupted with banter and relief that the pressure was off. I’ve never seen so much smoke and Pernod.”
So, hardly earth shattering stuff, but one minute I had been at my desk thinking about the re-rating possibilities of the Chinese life insurance sector, the next I was in a wind-swept village in the south west of France. Quite a skill, the story telling, and she’s got it that girl.
Talking of clouds I set up Family Sharing on my Apple account a couple of days ago. I’d been mulling it for a while. You can share the Cloud space between you; and calendars and all that good stuff. Handy I thought. I’m not a total eejit. I knew very well it meant that all iTunes purchases now go onto my card, but, I thought to myself, no one pays for music anymore do they? I’m not making this up. The very next morning, the very next morning I tell you, ping….£13.99 onto my credit card for an iTunes purchase. The new Beyonce album, Lemonade. JIMMY! She’ll be paying me back, don’t you worry.
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