Sunday, November 29, 2015
Not of the old school.
Sophie is in a particularly boisterous mood. Before breakfast she's barked at a cat, dug holes and still had time to savage her brother.
On our morning walk we pass The Very Old Farmer. He's sitting in his wheelchair half in and half out of his front door. While the district nurse tidies up his kitchen Bob and Sophie and their master stop and chat.
After lunch the mayor takes down the flags from the war memorial. The shield still hanging at a jaunty angle. On Friday there was a meeting in the Prefecture. All the mayors of the region were instructed to attend. They were told to 'uphold discipline, squash rumours and maintain vigilance'. A daunting task in a commune of 67 souls.
For the PONs a day for exploring the field beyond the orchard. A place where the soil is soft, the molehills are fresh and the sun is warm.
And here, to prove the power of humour, is the Twitter feed of the French Ambassador in Washington. Not a diplomat of the old school. The tweet about champagne caught my eye.