Our postal votes for the referendum arrive. Thank heavens there are only two weeks of the campaign left to run. Pity the poor Americans who have another five months of politicking ahead of them.
Listening to some of the outright falsehoods being peddled as fact Angus is reminded of that most political of all observations ' What profits a man if he gains the whole world but lose his soul ? '. 'The Font' thinks this is a very Calvinist view .
Bob and Sophie join me for an early morning run to the Post Office. The man behind the counter sticks an extra stamp on each of our ballot envelopes '' Just to make sure they get there in time ".
Ten thirty and its time to go for the meeting to discuss the wallpaper for the church porch. The mayor, the deputy mayor, the man with the Yorkie, the man in the day-glo jacket and the farmer with the red nose are waiting. An all male gathering.
Each of the wallpaper samples is held up and discussed. Finally, one is chosen to blend in with the painted columns that separate the frescoes. One of the columns sports the timeless phrase ' Glory to Saint Jean d'Arc who by the order of God threw the English out of France ". For the briefest of moments Angus wonders why, after you've just fought a bloody war in which millions were killed or injured, you would wish to commemorate it with a rant against your chief ally ? He quickly dismisses this cynical thought .
There are six of us in the church porch. Angus is the one without a beret.
The meeting takes an hour and a half. Measurements are taken. Then taken again. Because no one has remembered to bring a pencil they are taken a third time. The little man with the Yorkie tries to enter the details into his mobile phone. He has never done this before.
Much mental arithmetic has to be used to determine how many rolls are needed. Allowance, I'm told, has to be made for aligning the bees correctly. The mayor suggests forty rolls. Angus points out the tiny error in the mayors calculations. Four will be sufficient if the decimal point is moved to the right place.
We then move onto the question of paint. Undercoat, paint for the wood dado rail and emulsion for the plasterwork and arches are exhaustively debated. By this stage Bob has fallen asleep. How his master envies him.
So passes a morning in deepest, deepest France profonde.
Seems that even USA Today has discovered there's a referendum in the UK :http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/world/2016/06/07/why-brexit-make-germany-big-loser/85180498/