Monday, August 11, 2014
A day without laughter is a day wasted.
At the market I buy a loaf of Moroccan bread . The Moroccan man says '' that will be a million Euro's please. I hope you have the exact change ". He says this every week and every week I laugh politely.
The local rugby club are throwing a 21st birthday party in the Salle des Fetes. They've decided to come as Scotsmen. The first and second teams parade along the lane to the sound of Flower of Scotland playing from a car CD player. Many are wearing faux ginger wigs and tartan 'bunnets' . They each wave as they pass. Bob greets each of them .
Late afternoon. The bell at the gate rings. The young fireman from St.Etienne is standing there. '' M'Ongoose ! Come over. We're singing Scottish songs ". So it is that Bob and Sophie find themselves with their owner on the village green. We're alongside the kilted rugby players, bemused Bulgarian melon pickers and a group of apparently feral children. All of us singing the Karaoke version of those allegedly Old Scots tunes - Old MacDonald had a farm ( the e-eye-e-eye-oh part entered into with tuneless gusto by the crowd ), Waltzing Matilda and Oh Suzanna !
Bob and Sophie thoroughly enjoy themselves. Their owner takes some comfort from the fact that no one can call him 'standoffish'.