Sunday, May 29, 2016
The riot police have broken the blockade of the oil refineries. Not to be outwitted the staff inside the refineries are cutting back on production. Opinion is divided as to whether this will make buying petrol easier or more difficult.
The staff at the local school have been on strike. With nothing better to do the bored thirteen year old village males have been setting off firecrackers. One has been posted into the Belgian womans mail box. Her letters have been burnt. She thinks this is an escalation of the feud with the horse farm across the road.
For some reason some of the pink standard roses are reverting to their natural state. One has gone completely white.
Five others are in various stages of reversion.
I phone the suppliers in the UK. A rather haughty lady informs me that I must be mistaken. '' It's completely unheard of. Are you sure you bought them from us ? ". I was going to order some replacements and find out why so many are changing colour. The tart response means I'll buy them elsewhere.
We go to the motorway service station to buy petrol for the big car. The price is 15% higher but at least we know we'll get some. 'The Font' orders two cups of coffee from the buffet but is pointed in the direction of an automatic machine. The product , when it emerges, is of that granulated variety that refuses to completely dissolve. Dish water with intense caffeinated moments.
In the gift shop there is a large display of porcelain thimbles. The number of thimbles never seems to decrease.
Sophie has had the other side of her chest trimmed. Although not expertly groomed her fur is at least in balance. The temperatures are rising and thunderstorms can be heard grumbling away over the mountains. As can be seen her teeth are in excellent condition.
Just another day in deepest, deepest France profonde.