Wednesday, February 1, 2017
We learn from Aude, the bipolar decoratrice, that Elio the priapic llama is no more. He has been poorly for a few days and expired suddenly in the middle of the womens cooperative rose circle. The eight females in his harem seem to be quite unbothered by his passing. Aude thinks Elio was getting on for thirty which is seemingly a good age for a llama. The tobacco chewing ( and marijuana smoking ) lady with the buzz haircut, cargo shorts and black boots who operates the cement mixer has gone off to hire an excavator to move the body. She is also planning to extend the patio. 'The Font' deems it indelicate to inquire whether the two actions might be related.
Aude has brought over pots of paint and some scaffolding but is being cagey about when she'll actually start work on the drawing room walls. 'I'll have it finished by Easter' as specific a date as we can get. The mayor has heard nothing from the specialist builder about the swaying Jesus. Strong winds are forecast for Thursday. It seems probable that more swaying lies in store.
Through it all the PONs exude an irrepressible zest for life.