Thursday, July 14, 2016
As we return from the morning croissant run the farmer lets the cows out of the field and onto the lane. Bob and Sophie watch the cows heading towards the car. They make it quite plain that a threat of biblical proportions is about to engulf us all.
The mayor has been up early hanging out the flags for Bastille Day. He's in a better mood. The adolescent with the motorbike and the raging hormones has gone off to stay with his grandparents for a month. '' Where do they live ? '' I ask. 'Devils Island ' comes the wry response. Never let it be said the French don't have a sense of humour.
The adolescents little brother has also gone. The little brother is the tike that drives the PONs wild by rattling a stick against the gates on his way to school. He has more recently taken to ringing the bell. May the two of them enjoy a long summer break.
'Lamb' has lost that pristine new toy look . From the heavily gummed fur you can surmise it's become part of the family. Sophie and 'Lamb' remain inseparable.
Bob shows interest in 'Lamb' but is told by his sister that it is 'her' toy. She does this in a full on 'diva' way. Sophie is told not to be so bad tempered. She disappears upstairs with the disputed toy. She spends a large part of the morning under a bed alternately dozing and gnawing.
Long suffering Bob settles down at the front door. While his sister enjoys herself he has work to do. Sheep may arrive at any moment.
So starts a Bastille Day in deepest, deepest France profonde.