Cake

Today I baked 4 cakes. There's often an excess of eggs in the farm so Marie likes to use them in baking - excellent idea if you ask me. So she let me bake on my own, and I made 2 plum cakes (with some alcohol we've found in the garage that is apparently 50 years old) and 2 olive cakes (these are savoury). I'm pretty sure the plum cakes are burnt - I left the butter on the stove too long, and I'd also added the sugar and eggs so there were black pieces of omelette-type mush floating around; but I got rid of most of it, although it still tasted burnt - but hey, they eat anything here. So that was nice!
This morning I continued reattaching the vines. Wasn't as fun today as
1: the weather's really shit, clouds everywhere and a very chilly wind, plus the grass is wet so my trainers get soaked and my feet get cold. Marie made sure I was all wrapped up and warm, sometimes I wonder if she's attempting to create a sort of fashion Frankenstein. I really looked ridiculous: woolly hat, 2 coats of acquired taste, blue plastic trousers, and my trainers. Oh, and fingerless gloves. Might remind my Mum and Dad of my costume when I did that play at school where I played a tramp.
Ok, and 2: the attaching instruments weren't nice white ribbons but pieces of iron that we had to twist to tighten. The result being a lot of blisters.
But I don't want to moan and it's definitely not a big deal at all. I'm happy to be here and this kind of thing makes the experience what it is.
Aside from that I sang religious songs with Marie - there was no escaping. And also, I tidied the boys' bedrooms as a surprise for when they come bqck - they've gone to pick the cow up from somewhere near Perigueux; they've already been gone 12 hours and they're still not back.. Cow must be heavy.
I haven't told you about Thomas, another guy who's also helping out here. We work together most of the time yet I know near nothing qbout him - he's very very quiet and always seems to be deep in thought. He never speaks at meal-times and there seems to be some kind of unspoken issue to do with his family. He was baptised the other day at the 3 hour church service but his family don't approve of his new-fpund faith or something like that. But he's one of the nicest people I have ever met; he's extremely thoughful and is always trying to help everyone out. Last night we proposed we make dinner together so we made a Spanish tortilla, and that went down a treat.
Today is Thursday - this time last week was my first night here.