Windy this morning. Bob sports his aerodynamic look. Sophie is in a feisty mood. This may have something to do with the whistling sound the wind makes in the branches of the plane trees. This annoys her intensely.
'The Font' heads off to Toulouse with the big car. A chance to do some shopping while it's in for its annual service. All does not go to plan. The air traffic controllers, cab drivers, civil servants and school dinner ladies are on strike. The motorway spur into town blocked by abandoned taxis and protesting bureaucrats. Any hope of getting to the garage by 9.00 am evaporates amid the grid lock. A cab driver tells 'The Font' that the strike is '' all to do with them Hebrew drivers. Six hundred of the B*****s signed up in the last month alone. None of them pay tax ". After being challenged it emerges he means Uber drivers.
The garage is very good. 'The Font' arrives at 11.00. They promise to reschedule the days work and have the car ready by close of business. This wouldn't have happened if Angus had been driving. The courtesy car is the most basic model imaginable. In fact it's so basic it's devoid of carpets . It also has Corsican registration plates. Corsicans are to French driving what Quebecois are to Canadian.
Someone is enjoying the snow :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TqzAfWROH5E
I've just seen this which must rank as one of the oddest stories of the year so far :