Thursday, August 8, 2013
Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.
Into the car to buy our morning croissants . Outside the garlic processing plant a demonstration. A dozen or so local farmers throwing garlic cloves onto the dual carriageway. Two large banners. The larger says " We have come here today to claim a fair price for this years harvest " . The smaller " Stop cheap Spanish imports ! French quality the best !! ". By the time we return the farmers have disappeared. The smell of crushed garlic lingers.
Bob and Sophie are groomed. Bob's hair lightly trimmed. We can see his eyes and he can see us. Sophie adores being groomed. Bob suffers the indignity, largely but not entirely, in silence. Ten minutes after being groomed they both look like they've never been brushed in their lives.
Aude the decaratrice is painting the dark wooden ceiling beams. '' Should they be white or grey ? ". Angus has no opinion on this. After ten minutes of having the differences pointed out to him he still has no opinion. Aude decides to wait for ' the font ' to return from shopping. The shaven headed lady from the womens cooperative sighs. I can almost hear the word '' men '' being muttered under her breath.