Sunday 4 August - Waste of a day, lock problems

Today may as well have been cancelled. With some cooler weather overnight, we slept in a bit (which was the good part of the day). We then decided to go do some shopping at Intermarche, since we were running out of food. But when we got there, we realised that they were closed on Sunday, not on Monday like all the other French shops. Ah well, we thought, let’s go do some work at the house. But when we got there, we could not get the front door unlocked. I had locked it from the inside last night when I left, like I had many times before, but this time it would just not open. No worries, we'll just go through the garage and the back door (which I had not properly locked when I left last night). But the garage door would not open because the battery in the remote control was flat (and Intermarche was closed so I couldn’t get a new battery). OK, then I’ll just have to climb the fence. So back to the boat to get the ladder, and then I went up the ladder to the top of the (very pointy) gate, then Rita passed the ladder through the bars on the gate while I sat on top of the gate, and then I climbed down the other side. Then into the garage to open the door from inside and park the car in the shade. Then tried to open the back door, but the connection between the door knob and the lock was not in place, so I could turn the knob but the lock would not open (I now remembered seeing this last night when I left, but didn’t think it was important!). So Rita looked up Emergency Locksmiths in Moissac on my iPhone and made some calls. Most were closed for August, so she left a message and sent an SMS.

One good thing that happened today was that when Rita went up to the Sunday Market, she found someone selling laminated A3 pictures of Old Moissac, including one that included our house in Rue Gambetta. I later went out and took a picture from roughly the same spot, and you can see that not much has changed, except for the modes of transport. Soon it will look even more similar, when the power lines strung in the air along the front of the buildings are removed by SPIE and put into cables run underneath the eaves.