Magnon's Meanderings

A diverse offering twixt the interesting, the unusual, and the amusing.

Thursday, 30 June 2016

BANG!

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One of my Elderflower Champagne bottles has just exploded. I only made 7 litres this year, so I can't afford to lose any more...
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Wednesday, 29 June 2016

Bloody Cars.

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Fizz, steam, hiss, panic, HELP, jeeeeze, garage, hands in air, shaking head, expensive, next week, take numbers, order radiator. ...
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Tuesday, 28 June 2016

Old Pals.

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Meanwhile (deep sigh), we have guests from the USA. When Lady Magnon (left) was living in Caracas Venezuela, Jane (right) was her...
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Monday, 27 June 2016

What a bloody mess!

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                                        Just a few days ago I was by myself in the pool doing my 100 metres leisurely breast-stroke, bask...
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Sunday, 26 June 2016

My little village. What's on, Summer 2016.

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Having been a little depressed and confused over the past couple of days, here's something to boost my morale.                       ...
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Saturday, 25 June 2016

EU Blame.

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                                Over the years I have been VERY critical of the inefficient and interfering EU; and I think rightfully so...
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Friday, 24 June 2016

Window Cleaning; French Style!

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French hinges are not like UK hinges; ours slot on from above, and can be lifted off quite easily. I don't clean windows too ...
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 50 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live between an ancient cottage in a tiny village in perfectly tranquil French countryside, and a bijou townhouse in Brighton UK. In France we have plenty of fruit trees, all situated amongst a view that takes the breath away, in the UK we have a handkerchief sized patio. We also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching). Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!
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