The town hall is open early. The mayor and his unsmiling secretary preparing for the first round of the Presidential elections on Sunday. This year the polling booth ( the mayors office ) will be open from 8.00 am until 7.00 pm. The mayors wife will be providing her honey croissants as sustenance for the tellers. 'There will be three officials in attendance at all times ' says the mayor with great deliberation. A dress rehearsal will be held on Thursday.
The school buses have started running again after the Easter break. The annoying tike and his elder brother are standing, heads low, waiting by the war memorial. They look miserable on this first day of the new term. Glumness made flesh. For a while the village will be spared the sound of their rasping motor bike.
After the farmers warning about a severe drought Angus waters the laurel hedge. The PONs watch him. They enthusiastically lick the drops from the irrigation pipes. Why drink from a bowl when you can drink from an irrigation system ?
The tree peonies past their best. The standard roses coming into bloom.
On our morning walk Angus notices small clouds of pollen dust floating in the air as the PONs barge their way through the long grass. The big car coated in the stuff. Peak allergy season.
Time for a haircut. Bob accompanies me. At the barbers the sickly aspidistra, which doubled up as an ash tray, has finally succumbed to nicotine poisoning. It's been replaced by a small nondescript plant which now stands forlornly in the window. Bob ignores it and settles down in his customary spot and is soon asleep. After wards we go the car wash. Bob enjoys the car wash in a '' I'm glad I'm in here and not out in that weather " sort of way.
Music for a sunny April morning :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OJ0bsyIryc