It was peaceful here yesterday!

It was so peaceful here on Wednesday but Thursday!

"We'll be there on Thursday" the electrician said "We can do Thursday" the Aeriel men said and the car park started to fill. Two vans from Simpsons to deal with this digital switchover lark and now we can get sixty nine channels - well maybe a few less because our Aeriell faces Gulval but it seemed the best decision on balance. So the dust rose and the floor boards came up and the men set about routing cables through our three foot thick walls.

I tried to work out how it was possible to watch sixty nine channels, every day but my maths failed me at just under a minute on each one and of course it will need complete dedication of purpose, this digital life............I was happy with four channels of course but they are switching them off.

The electricians set to work changing the kitchen and dining room lights, to nattily restrained grey spotlights, artfully concealed amongst the beams. Cheerfully trailing sawdust, bits of cables and stray screws, as the fittings were manipulated this way and that. In the midst of this endeavor that had already taken over every room, the window cleaner arrived and sprayed water over the windows neatly bringing the number of vans in the car park to four. So I decided to take a relaxing ride on old Sootty, who at the age of twenty three likes a gentle stroll around the village some days ....Perranuthnoe was gridlocked of course with a builders merchant lorry viewing with a Redimix lorry and a delivery van......... Sootty, nervously beat the retreat back to the peace of his stable at his best "I hate lorries speed" So back to the house for me it was and I nearly got a cup of tea before the phone rang with the icy news "Loose horse on the A394"
Charles phoned St Piran's Stud and I ran to check our mares. As Charles jumped in the landrover to rescue the beast, I was too late to grab a lift in the land rover, after counting our curious brood mares, so set off up the footpath across the fields, to Trevelyan Farm Shop with not a horse in sight..... So had a chat with a gentleman who'd broken down on the side of the road, who told me about his wood burning stove, before spotting our landrover the other side of the cross roads further down the hill. As I panted up to the lay by the little horse had already been caught by our neighbour Paul and so it was decided to lead the little chap back to the safety of Perranthnoe wedged between two landrovers, hazard lights flashing, with Charles now jogging beside the stray horse and a growing procession of villagers following patiently behind.
Our electricians, out buying "bits" later in the day saw the horse being led back up the hill by his owner half an hour later. And we? We gave up and went to the Victoria Inn for super and this blog of Thursday has arrived dreckly on Friday But Thursday was definitely THE Day for action in Perranuthnoe! Sixty nine channels who's got time for those.