We go to the prefecture in the departmental capital. Angus has a cheque for the coming years tax bill . 'The Font' goes to explore the possibility of getting a Carte de Sejour.
The lady at reception is unsmiling. She points Angus in one direction and 'The Font' in another. We start to wander away but are called back. ' You'll need tickets. There is such a thing as a queue '. This said in a disapproving tone of voice the Scots use for habitual criminals.
When it comes to receiving money the system is fast, efficient and devoid of charm. An attempt at small talk '' It's cold this morning " met with a blank stare. Angus hands over the cheque.
'The Font' has less success. There is a discussion as to whether Sweden is part of the EU. 'The Font' says it is. The lady who deals with such things isn't sure. She disappears to consult her supervisor. Annoyed to find that Sweden is indeed part of the EU she returns with the news that no new applications are currently being taken. ' You'll need to prove that you're not receiving benefits. The unemployment office will provide you a certificate '. To preclude any further discussion the lady wanders away.
Bob and Sophie would have loved it.
Just another quiet day in deepest, deepest France profonde.