Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Off to London to talk to American men in dark suits about Brexit, Grexit and Scoxit. Cloudy and humid when I get there but thankfully it soon brightens up. The American men complain about the strength of the coffee ( too strong ) and the swimming pool ( too small ) in their hotel. They all wear wrist watches the size of dinner plates.
Afterwards there's time to go to the butchers and order some proper sausages. Bob and his master will be able to have a fry-up later in the week. 'The Font' disapproves of fry-ups as conducive to a thickening around the midriff. How anyone that eats pickled herring for breakfast can object to a little bacon and sausage is a mystery. Fortnums no longer stocks tatty pancakes which takes some of the shine off the shopping expedition.
Yours truly has been tasked with dealing with the French lady who is renting the flat. Madame has sent 'The Font' a stream of consciousness e-mail about the safety of roller blinds. Some of the e-mail is in English, most of it in Franglais. It is punctuated with !!!!'s and !!!!!'s.
Angus meets the tenant. Very French, very full of energy, very little. She has got it into her head that there are new safety regulations concerning roller blinds and wants the existing ones replaced. '' An infant or an animal could become strangulated in the chord and die" . Angus asks if she has an infant staying with her : ' Non '. Do you have a pet ? : 'Non'. There are obvious ripostes to her request but they are best left unsaid.
We part amicably. Angus promises to replace the roller blinds when they become 'tired'. This seems to satisfy her. I call 'The Font' with the good news. Somehow 'The Font' doesn't think this is the end of the matter.
London is looking at its most beautiful. May and September are the best months to visit. Not too hot. Not too crowded.