Blind... and deafened too

Steve went off to the village house for the day while I stayed at the Mas. He arrived back at 5.30 ish and immediately began chipping old mortar off the roof - only a single storey building so don't panic - and replacing the tiles that were damaged or completely blown off last winter, making one hell of a row.

I must admit to complaining loudly and then sulking quietly, just for 30 minutes because, having been very busy and on my feet for most of the day, I wanted to sit down and watch mindless rubbish on the telly and the bang bang noise on the roof made that impossible.

The noisy part of the work only lasted for about 45 minutes in the end, so all was well that ended well.