Saturday, April 4, 2015
Sausage bearing pilgrims ?
Pilgrims make a reappearance. A coachload of Slovenians in matching red parkas are standing on the village green as the sun rises. One has to wonder why they're here. Were they on their way to Lourdes, got lost and decided that the village was as good a place as any to welcome Good Friday ? What time must they have got up ? How do you greet a group of pious Slovenians ? We settle on a firm ' Bonjour ' and continue on our way. Sophie keeps on turning back to check if they might be sausage bearing pilgrims. She's disappointed. Bob christens the fire hydrant.
The workmen leave us a kitchen. Not a complete kitchen but the tap works and there's a solitary ceiling light. The painter has used the wrong paint to touch up the wall where the electricians and plasterers have put in new electrical sockets. '' I'll take care of it next week'' he says jauntily. The morose lads have been using the radiator in front of the window as a seat. It now leans to the right. Not that it matters. It should be cased in on Wednesday. The floor restorer has a 'hissy fit' over the smudged floor tiles . '' It's not my fault if people walk on them when they're wet ". He leaves; muttering. We open a bottle of champagne. Bob and Sophie clamber in the cupboards. Peace at last.