Final things

Last evening, Peter and Janice came by to say that they had noticed one of the manholes in our driveway had "popped".    Also, Peter's music studio is above our garage and his loo was not flushing away. Investigation showed complete blockage of the main sewage pipe. We came indoors, poured some wine for the four of us and called the plumber. Now, forgive me if I digress, but a few days ago the drains in the village had to be high high-pressure cleaned as there was a big blockage up there.  The plumber arrived and took off the manhole covers. Sh..!  Literally. But there was stuff in there that never came from our dwellings, "préservatifs" for example (Google it). So, our drains were blocked up with other people's shit stuff, backwashed up our pipes by the high pressure cleaning of the village sewers.  This morning, Eric came with a big tanker to hot wash the pipes and suck out all the muck. I pointed out the préservatifs to him as evidence that this was not my muck.  "He's far too old for that." said Peter and we all laughed.  The four of us went for lunch in les Quatre Routes and said goodbye as we are heading back to Ireland tomorrow. Last thing, just before the sun disappeared I went up to Vayrac where I found the café closed for the season (main pic).  A pigeon was squatting irreverently on the coq that tops the war memorial (extra).