|PAINSWICK. The epitome of the kind of village which should be on a postcard rather than have sheepcrap all over it, this is where Laetitia's brother and sister-in-law live. And where we spend the occasional weekend, 'cause it's in the Cotswold Hills which are only 40 minutes away from our front door. Zoom.|
|NOT DOG PEOPLE. Despite the fact that we are cat people, we found a very nice sunlazing companion in 'Bolly', a dog that belongs to the neighbours of L's brother and sister-in-law. L dug the sun here, while the dog did what dogs do. Er...what IS it that they do? I forget. Must be a point to them. Isn't there? (Answers on a postcard...)|
|RAMBLIN' MAN. Building up a bit of a tan, as well as an appetite for an immense braai (or "barbeque" to the uneducated), we strolled through fields of piled strawbales, frisky rabbits, and pancaked cowcrap. Aah, the country.|
|AND SO TO BRAAI. Having got hold of a coil of really good boerewors (coriander-stuffed trad SA farmers' sausage) from a local butcher here in Bristol, we had no option but to do the right thing and end its days over a sizzling bed of coals, accompanied by the fizz of beers being opened. Makes summer almost worth it. And not a squatter or a manic ostrich in sight. Should have worn a hat, though. Ouch.|
JOB LOT. As of June, we've also both started looking for other jobs with a more sociable component. Doing what we're doing (recap: L's in Social Care and I'm sole regional rep for a media company), we're both feeling the lack of normal everyday interaction with a group of colleagues, so there are changes in the offing. Watch this space...
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