The builders substituted cheaper, bright orange, roof tiles for the ones specified. The sub-standard tiles are taken off the village hall roof and stacked at the side of the churchyard. New ones are delivered. The mayor informs me that the substitute tiles were ' clearly Spanish '.
A barrier has gone up in front of the Salle des Fetes door. This is to stop the hunters from using it for their weekly gathering. Thanks to a combination of the roof being tile less and a week of constant torrential rain the floor is now awash with a couple of inches of water.
A flashing sign that says 'Joyeuses Fetes' has been installed in the village hall window. An electric cable runs from the wall socket to the sign, through the water.
This morning Sophie is sporting her 'Lenin' beard look.
In the supermarket concourse a retired gentleman settles down on a bench. He is accompanied by a small grey dog of indeterminate pedigree. Every so often the dog, all five pounds of it, leaps to its feet and races towards an unsuspecting shopper snarling and growling like a thing possessed. The shoppers glare.The unconcerned gentleman says ' Calm down Thibault. Calm down '. Thibault seems to have an aversion to female shoppers in trousers. Everyone else he ignores. The gentleman looks as if he does this every day. A way of meeting people ?