LSS did some work in the garden today, and Mrs Jemima Puddleduck took great exception to this, quacking madly. I happened to glance out of the kitchen window to see what the matter was, and noticed that the quacking had attracted the attention of a large grey-brown fox which approached the (fairly low) fence near the back of the pond in order to investigate the source of the noise. I went into the garden, and the fox made a beeline for the woods and disappeared.
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The trials and tribulations of dragging a neglected nineteenth-century French farmhouse into the twenty-first century; preferably in an ecologically-sound manner, but first and foremost, as cheaply as possible!