Saturday, September 7, 2013
I do today from memory what yesterday I did in passion.
Sophie has picked up an infection. She gets two injections and antibiotics for eight days. She sleeps soundly all night.
Madame Bay arrives to review the new ' girls ' cleanings skills. The house is spotless but ' the font ' reassures Madame Bay that no one cleans like she does. This is taken as an unalloyed compliment. '' Oh,I know ! , Oh, I know ! " she repeats while holding a large coffee cup. Today is a day for venturing forth in swathes of orange chiffon and the trademark paisley turban fixed at the front by the faux Kohinoor diamond.
There are six new born calves in the field by the stream. They trot along behind their mothers in the morning sun. Studies in perfect carefree innocence.
The beer and absinthe set are upset by the noise of the resurfacing work in the market hall opposite the cafe. When not actually drinking, the lady in the hairnet, red pom pom slippers and blue dressing gown sits with her fingers in her ears.
The garlic sculpture exhibition has arrived in the market town. This afternoon we shall be driving down to see the life sized garlic statue of D'Artagnan and the three musketeers.
The Saturday morning social whirl in deepest France profonde.