Friday, January 31, 2014
A single dog hair can split the wind.
The builders are back at work on the German billionaires new garage. It was supposed to have been finished by Christmas but has suffered unexpected 'delays' . '' No point in pouring concrete in the rain " explains the foreman as we wander past on our morning tour of the village. Bob christens the cement mixer and Sophie glares at a truck delivering steel beams.Good to know we are not the only people who suffer from French timekeeping.
The PON's spend another day gardening. They bark at the post mistress, two delivery men, the school bus ( coming and going) and a group of rather glum looking Spanish pilgrims. Bob has noticed that 'the font' is absent and spends much of his afternoon sitting on the front doorstep, waiting. Sophie's hair is getting too long. After her post-lunch nap she wakes up with it plastered down - a decidedly 'squiffy' PON look. All in all a quiet day in France Profonde. In the evening the Old Farmers Christmas Star still beams happily away. A reminder that despite the newspaper headlines all is well with the world.