Saturday, July 13, 2013
The first wealth is health.
A fleet of large road laying trucks arrives in the village. Amid crashing of gears and revving of engines a diorama of fevered activity unfolds in front of us. At three thirty the trucks leave . The lane outside the rickety old farmhouse now has a new layer of tarmac and grit. The previous road surface was only relaid four or five weeks ago. Go figure.
Bob and Sophie sit at the gate, noses jutting out through the bars. They are convinced that they should be out there , on the lane, directing the road layers.This morning , exhausted, they sleep all the way through to six thirty.
Shower tray in, doors rehung in the dressing room. One bathroom at least nearing completion. 'The fonts' MUST do list left largely undone. The builders head off for the Bastille Day holiday. '' We'll be back in mid-August " says the foreman. ' Oh no you won't ' says ' the font ' . They promise that a team will arrive on Monday. What are the odds ?