Rabbits, Cobwebs and a lot of rain – WWOOF – Day 25-09/10/19

I am doing WWOOF – a month-long programme where I am working on a French farm.  I am writing a daily blog about my experiences.  I will write in English and French.  My French isn’t perfect and there will be mistakes.  And I may use Frenglish.  I welcome all corrections.  I tend to transliterate more than translate, but I’m working to improve this.  Considering this, the French sections of the blog won’t be exact word-for-word translations from the English.  Firstly, the language doesn’t work like that and secondly, I make jokes and references in the English that won’t translate over to the French.

Another day, another death.  Elisabeth has four rabbits, two in hutch A and two in hutch B.  On Friday, one in Hutch A died and today, as I went to feed, it I saw that the other rabbit had died too.  Last night, it was very windy and rainy, so I thought that could have killed it.  But Elisabeth thought it was more likely that it was sick.  I wonder whether it was lonely without its friend.

Anyway, from 10-11, we gave the rabbit hutch a thorough clean.  Afterwards, I had to sweep the barn of its cobwebs.  As Matthias was teaching and hadn’t set me any work, so I would have continued washing bottles.  However, as it was pouring with rain, sweeping the barn was preferable.  I don’t think it had been swept since 1997, so there were a lot of cobwebs – and a lot of spiders unhappy that I was sweeping up their homes.  There are spiders that eat their old webs, as a form of recycling, why couldn’t we have those spiders instead?

I did this from 11-12 and at 12hr30 we had lunch.  It was just Elisabeth and I.  I showed Elisabeth this list of French idioms I found – my particular favourite was ce ne sont pas vos oigons – none of your business or literally “these are not your onions.” But the one that stood out was to ‘parler francais comme une vache espagnole,” or to speak French so poorly you sound like a Spanish cow.

But I remember when I first started speaking French, I was afraid of speaking too softly, so I over-compensated by speaking too strongly.  In fact, I spoke so strongly that French people thought I was speaking Spanish. But with the English, we tend to mumble and speak softly, so maybe I’m overfamiliar with that.  But Elisabeth asked me whether I feel like I’m progressing in my French and I think that I am.  With me, it’s always been about overcoming that confidence barrier – not being afraid of making mistakes, which I’m not afraid of anymore.  But if I do WWOOF again, I want to do it longer than a month.  The more exposure and practice that I have, the more I will progress.

Elisabeth said that she and Matthias were hoping to come to London soon and asked if there was anywhere cheap to stay.  No.  It’s London.  Everywhere is expensive.  And everything is expensive.  The London Eye is £25.  When my French friends visited the Shard, it was £27 each.  £27! It’s fucking ridiculous.  The Eiffel Tower is only 8 euros.  Anyway, lunch finished at 2 when Matthias returned.  But it was still raining.  Pouring down.  This is what I signed up for, right? The real France.  True, I could have been in sunny Bordeaux, stamping on grapes, but that wouldn’t be the authentic France, would it?

Work recommenced at 5.  Remember that freezeer I was cleaning? We had to move into a van using these slings, which did simplify the process.  Afterwards, we moved the freezer into the storeroom.  At 6, it was still pouring down, so my last job was to dust Rose and Lily’s stable.  As you can see from these cobwebs, I don’t think this has been swept since 1975.  If tomorrow’s blog post doesn’t go out as scheduled, assume the spiders have taken me to their dark mother to receive punishment for destroying their homes.

Luckily, the goats were there to keep me company.  And, when I say keep me company, I mean cause chaos.  Jack is always trying it on with Helena and Hermione.  No matter how many times they reject him, he can’t take a hint.  He does this weird thing where he sniffs their bums, like dogs do.  Does anyone know why dogs do this?

 

Let me know below.  My work finished at 19.00.  At 20.00, we had dinner.  Elisabeth had gone out, so it was just Matthias and me.  We had finished by 9 and it was still pouring rain, so I decided not to bother chaining up Jack.  I really couldn’t be bothered chasing him around in the rain.  I hope I don’t regret this decision.

And that’s all for day 25, a day of rabbits, cobwebs and a hell of a lot of rain.

French

Un autre jour.  Une autre morte.  Elisabeth a quatre lapins, deux dans hutch A et deux dans hutch B.  Vendredi, un lapin dans hutch a est mort et aujourd’hui l’autre lapin est mort aussi.  Je l’ai trouvé quand je donner un manger.  Nuit dernière, il faisait pluie et vendu beaucoup donc j’ai pensé c’est pourquoi mais Elisabeth a pensé c’était malade.  Peut-etre, c’était trop seule sans son ami.

Alors, pour une heureuse, Elisabeth et moi a nettoyé les hutches.  Matthias enseignait ce matin, donc, j’avais laver plus bouteilles mais il faisait pluie un beaucoup, donc en lieu, j’ai balayé toutes des cobwebs de la murs du barne.  Je pense pas que la barne a balayé depuis 1982 onc il y a avait cobwebs et beaucoup araignées inheureuse que je balayais leur maisons.  Il y a araignées qui recyclise leur webs par eux manger.  Pourquoi on n’a pas ces araignées.

Alors, je balayais de 11 – 12. A 12hr30, on apprit notre déjeuner.  C’était juste moi et Elisabeth.  C’est arrêté pluie et il faisait beau, donc j’ai dit Elisabeth sur un expression d’Anglais : the calm before the storm ou la calme avant l’orage – je ne sais pas si ce traduire.  Alors, aussi, j’ai montré Elisabeth une liste d’idioms en Français.  Mon préfère est « ce ne sont pas voos oignons » mas c’est plus remarquable et « parle français comme une vache espagnole, » comme moi, MDR.

Mais quand j’ai commencé parler Français, j’avais peur du parler trop doucement que je over-compensated et je parlais trop fortement et les francais pensaient que je parlaient Espagnol.  Avec l’anglais on parle très doucement, donc je suis trop familière avec ca.  Mais Elisabeth m’a demandé si je fais la progresse et je suis.  Absolument.  Je voudrais a faire du WWOOFING encore mais pour un plus longtemps.  Le plus practiquer et exposure j’ai recu, le plus que j’améliore.

Elisabeth a dit qu’elle et Matthias veulent venir Londres et si je sais des pas cher accommodation.  C’est Londres, partout est cher.  Et c’est compris les activities.  Le London Eye est £25.  Mes amies des Français visitent The Shard et C’était £27 chaque personne.  C’était ridicule.  Th Eiffel Tower est 8 euros.  Alors, on a fini déjeuner a 14hr quand Matthias retournait.  Et il faisait pluie encore.  C’est la vie en Normandy.  Si, j’ai voulu Bordeaux ou Marseille mais ce n’est pas la France authentique.

Le travailleur a recommencé a 17hr.  Souvenez le congélateur je nettoyais ? Matthias et moi l’a porté dans le truck utilise ca.  Apres ca, on a porté l’autre congélateur dans la saliere.  A 18hr, il faisait pluie encore, et mon metier dernière était plus nettoyage.  Je devrais balayer toutes les cobwebs dans l’stable du Rose et Lily.  Je ne pense pas que leur étable a été nettoyer depuis 1979 donc il y avait beaucoup cobwebs.

Heureusement les chèvres était la to keep me company.  Ou fais une désordre.  Jack est toujours flirting avec Helena et Hermione et elles n’intéressent pas ! Mas il s’en fous ! Il continuer alors ! Comme il était un chien, il toujours puer les culs.  Je ne sais pas pourquoi.  Si vous savez, dites-moi dans les comments dessous.

Alors, mon travailleur a fini.  Et on apprit notre diner a 20hr.  Elisabeth a sorti donc c’était juste moi et Matthias.  On a fini a 21hr et il encore pluie donc je m’en fous avec attrapais Jack.  Il était libre ce sir.  J’espère que je ne le regrettais pas.

Et c’est tout pour jour 25, un jour des lapins, cobwebs et beaucoup, beaucoup pluie.

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