Thursday, April 14, 2016
Mid-morning. Three white vans process along the lane. Monsieur Bay and a group of retired gendarmes have come to shoot down the Asiatic Hornets nest. They fire sixteen shots. They miss. " Difficult conditions " says Monsieur Bay cryptically, by way of explanation. It's sunny, cloudless and calm. Angus can't help but think that the safest place to be is in front of the retired gendarmes guns. He keeps this thought to himself. The firemen and non-retired gendarmes will be here to deal with the Hornets on Saturday.
An e-mail arrives from the Volvo garage to say that our 'beautiful' new car will ready for collection on Thursday morning. This comes as something of a surprise as the last thing we heard from the dealer was that it would be delivered sometime in May.
Money is hastily transferred and the old car cleaned out. The boot carpet is indelibly permeated with Wilfs white hair.
As I work Bob and Sophie provide 'encouragement' from the shade of the lawn. When they get bored providing encouragement they savage each other.
The Range Rover has gone for nine years without a single mechanical problem. As I head back home from the car wash an orange dashboard light comes on. 'See a mechanic' says the display with cost laden nonchalance. Great timing.
This morning Angus will head off early to the Range Rover Service Department to find out what the problem is and ( hopefully ) have it fixed. He will then take the recalcitrant car along to the Volvo garage and trade it in. It all sounds so simple.
Bob and Sophie will not participate in the hand over.
Some days you just know are going to take an unexpected turn.