I can't believe that a month has past since my last post.
I have been busy with work as we are rolling out a new application which involves me contacting all of our country offices to get them up and running, which is proving harder than first thought.
France was excellent, I spent 7 days there and it was very enjoyable even though it was a bit of a buss mans holiday as I ended helping my step dad out with IT issues and setting up IP phones.
My brother came out with me and my son and we caught up on a few things but he is still not working but I think he is looking for a job. We spent a few nights up chatting and drinking when the rest of the house was asleep, the routine was
Put my son to bed, which normally resulted in me falling alseep for about 5-10 mins with him
Wake up and go back downstairs and open a beer and find whats on TV for the evening, go out for a smoke with my brother then back in stick the film/music program on and talk crap and drink, this would be beer or Rum or whiskey.
Most nights my son would wake up and come looking for me and make me go back to bed as he didn't want to be on his own, this varied from 10/11pm to 2/3am so sometimes it was good that he got me.
During the days we didn't do much, we would play in the garden for most of it, my son seemed to have so much energy and never seemed to stop, not till bed time then he was out like a light very quickly.
My mum worried that we didn't really leave the house, she asked if we wanted to go to the market and bits like that, after asking her what it was like, she said "Cheap clothes and toys and stuff" my response was "So like the Sunday market then" her reply being "yes but they speak french". So not only would it be a waste if I did buy anything I wouldn't be able to haggle if I wanted to. So when i told her no thanks just spending time here with my son was enough she left it and got on with her bits and pieces.
On the Saturday that we were there I was walking through the hallway and wondered why someone had put a stick across the floor in front of one of the doors, as I moved closer, the stick moved and all I could hear was a hissing sound,
yup I bricked myself when I saw this
So I ran round the house to make sure my son was with my mum and as she stays in the house on her own alot, she didn't want to see it as she said if she did, she would keep imagining it in the house, so they both went and waited outside, I got my step dad and we um and ar'ed about it, he phoned his brother, all the while my snake is getting a bit annoyed and hissing louder, after the phone call my step dad said it was probably a whip snake (non poisonous) he went out to the stables and brought back a shavings fork, like a garden fork but with more prongs and closer together, he scooped it up and took it out in to the garden and placed it by one of the trees, no snake since. They did spray the steps after with what I think is Snake repellent,not sure how it works but I hope it does.
I took quite a few photos again and so did my son, which I will get here but this was one of the shots take from my mums garden with a view of the Pyrenees
