You'd be forgiven for thinking that all is not well in the vallee of eco.
We've been spending our days rushing from one fire-fighting job to another: a(nother) escaped pig who needed capturing with the aid of yet more fence and a(nother) expensive battery; a sick child, then ten days of school holiday, then the same child sick with a different illness; a car with no heater at the start of winter, necessitating trips to breakers yards in search of parts that, like black cats in dark rooms, aren't there; multiple trips to builders merchants to express surprise at outrageous French prices; escorting an injured Bob to hospital after a few strenuous days burying a sceptic tank; and much more besides, like today, which we spent moving our treasured belongings from the basement which Her Outdoors discovered to be flooded first thing this morning, to the attic space, where they will hopefully stay dry tomorrow.
In fact, I don't think I would be exaggerating to suggest that we have, at times, been a little upset.
HOWEVER (and it's a big however if you didn't notice), thanks to something Bob said the other evening (I know, I still haven't told you about Bob), I've had a very exciting idea. Which I will tell you about. Soon.