One of those ' hot weather can be injurious to your health ' days. The radio station busy with admonitions to stay in the shade and drink plenty of liquids.
The old folk start to gather early in the Salle des Fetes. Madame Bay is finding it increasingly difficult to come up with recipes for the allocated budget of €5 per head. Thankfully, there always seems to be a ready supply of free wine. Most of it served from the stainless steel tea urn that resides in the shade of the kitchen. The Old Folk are copious consumers. In Britain there would be someone curtailing their intake on the basis that drinking is bad for you.
The lawn has now given up the battle against the heat. Bob and Sophie have a parched surface to play on. Not that this bothers them. Playtime is playtime. Serious business.
After lunch the mayor appears in the dented Renault with the missing hubcap. Time to put up the flags in readiness for July 14th. He rings the bell at the gate to ask if he can borrow a ladder. '' I seem to have forgotten mine " . This will be the sixth year that he's shown up at the door with the same request.
The Old Farmer and the farmer with the red nose get up from the OAP's lunch table outside the village hall and wander over to give the mayor encouragement. Or if not encouragement , advice. Or failing that constructive criticism. " Couldn't you find bigger flags. These seem very small ". The mayor, resplendent in red tartan pork pie hat, grey crimplene trousers, black shirt , and brown open toed sandals informs them that they're the same flags that have been used for the last ten years. '' Exactly the same flags '' he adds to curtail further discussion.
Bastille Day in deepest, deepest France profonde.
And here as a July 14th cadeau is a reminder of the glory that is French military head ware https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxb9BvLrdHQ