Post by anglais on Apr 3, 2024 7:15:50 GMT
Yesterday I had a pleasant afternoon drinking beer and wine on the Patio, had a couple of glasses more with our evening meal, and adjourned to bed to watch a film on our laptops.
At about 10.00pm, despite having our earplugs in we could hear frantic knocking on our neighbours doors and then ours. Dressing quickly I went downstairs and it was Maurice, our neighbour from opposite who explained that some idiot Articulated Lorry driver had come down our road, intending to go though the church arch opposite, realised he couldn't and tried to cross the Place de Menage in front of the chateau and was completely locked up. There are signs at the top of our road that there is access only for cars and for light commercial vehicles making deliveries. Things the size of Transit vans, although our neighbours brother does come up and down the road with his tractor on occasions. After much to-ing and fro-ing the driver managed to straighten the trailer outside our house. I, Maurice, Michel, the Lunatic Ballard and the Lunatics wife Christelle all had to reverse our cars miles up the road to a point where the lorry driver could take the Route de Claux above the village, which is signposted for through traffic. So a few of us helped him reverse up our road, its just a lane with no lighting.
We waved him on his way wishing him "Bon Chance" in getting through the "chicane" next to the Mayors house which is only wide enough for a single car or a large van. Our friend Stephane, who is the local busy-body, followed him in Christelle's car to ensure he made it okay. Stephane drives monstrous lorries for Societe Roquefort, the cheese makers and is used to such difficulties.
A few months ago I ordered a couple of pallets of firewood briquettes off a company but they refused to deliver them as the roads are so difficult. I even asked them to drop them at the Petrol Station and then I would move them in the car to the house but they refused.
This happens periodically. Its quite amusing, but not at 10.00pm when you are half pissed.
At about 10.00pm, despite having our earplugs in we could hear frantic knocking on our neighbours doors and then ours. Dressing quickly I went downstairs and it was Maurice, our neighbour from opposite who explained that some idiot Articulated Lorry driver had come down our road, intending to go though the church arch opposite, realised he couldn't and tried to cross the Place de Menage in front of the chateau and was completely locked up. There are signs at the top of our road that there is access only for cars and for light commercial vehicles making deliveries. Things the size of Transit vans, although our neighbours brother does come up and down the road with his tractor on occasions. After much to-ing and fro-ing the driver managed to straighten the trailer outside our house. I, Maurice, Michel, the Lunatic Ballard and the Lunatics wife Christelle all had to reverse our cars miles up the road to a point where the lorry driver could take the Route de Claux above the village, which is signposted for through traffic. So a few of us helped him reverse up our road, its just a lane with no lighting.
We waved him on his way wishing him "Bon Chance" in getting through the "chicane" next to the Mayors house which is only wide enough for a single car or a large van. Our friend Stephane, who is the local busy-body, followed him in Christelle's car to ensure he made it okay. Stephane drives monstrous lorries for Societe Roquefort, the cheese makers and is used to such difficulties.
A few months ago I ordered a couple of pallets of firewood briquettes off a company but they refused to deliver them as the roads are so difficult. I even asked them to drop them at the Petrol Station and then I would move them in the car to the house but they refused.
This happens periodically. Its quite amusing, but not at 10.00pm when you are half pissed.