Back from their morning walk Bob and Sophie head for the recently excavated puddle. Why drink tap water when you can drink mud ? The puddle may be around for some time as the irrigation man is on an extended 'World Cup' holiday. One of those '' don't know when I can get there, Mate. I'm busy " type conversations. '' I'll do my best '' he adds, cheerily but non-commitally.
Six in the evening. France play Nigeria. The village square is a heaving mass of humanity, or as close as sixty seven French villagers can make it. Madame Bay can be seen, a pair of barbecue tongs in one hand,a grandchild in the other, dancing a jig while flipping sausages. France win. There is much cheering. Later that night excited Shia LaBeouf type noises can be heard floating down from the German billionaires chateau. Germany have beaten Algeria. The last villager packs up at 2.23 am. Germany now play France on Friday night. I wonder if we shall all be invited up to the chateau to watch ?
Bob and Sophie spend their evening standing at the gate watching the barbecues. You'd think they'd soon tire . They don't. Where sausages are concerned hope springs eternal.
And here is Dolly Parton at Glastonbury. An hour without a break. I saw her in concert in Atlanta nearly forty years ago. In the interim one of has slowed down. It's not her. Where does she get the energy ?