Eight weeks to go before the village pottery weekend. ' The font ' returns from the joint Wednesday night committee meeting. The members of the Floral Village Committee want to serve a mixed grill to the potters. The members of the Beautiful Bye Ways Committee want to serve plain sausage. '' With a mixed grill some will want their meat rare, others will want it well done. It's simpler to cook a sausage " says the Chairman of the Beautiful Bye Ways Committee with Mosaic solemnity. ' I hope you're not suggesting I burn my steaks ' says a lady from the Floral Village crowd. Uproar follows. It takes the better part of three hours not to arrive at a decision.
This morning the very old farmer is sound asleep, face to the morning sun, propped up in a white plastic chair by his front door. He doesn't hear Bob and Sophie greet him enthusiastically as they go by. It must be a very deep sleep.
The dust sheets have multiplied. They now stretch down the length of the upstairs hallway. When we return from our walk two young men are removing a bath. They put it down and tickle Sophie. Bob tries to clamber into the bath.