Friday, April 7, 2017
Lost for something to say.
No tree surgeon today. He's finished everything he's supposed to do. Instead it's the turn of the lawn mower repair man to show up. He hands over the lawn tractor and a bill for E173. I ask why it's not covered by warranty. '' Because you've had it for two and a half years " he replies. Angus can't really think of anything to say in reply. How time flies.
Crossing the village green we stop to chat to the mayor. The Very Old Farmers house has been sold. A Polish builder has bought it and intends to renovate the property as accommodation for his workers. The mayor has given him approval to install inside lavatories and a septic tank. It seems the Polish builder has been working in the UK for the last ten years but has decided to open up an operation in France in case Brexit and work permits prove to be a problem. Quite what the charmingly inefficient local tradesmen will think about a) competition b) competition that undercuts them and c) competition that will show up on the day and at the time agreed - remains to be seen. Angus can't help but think that revolutions in France have been caused by less.
Bob and his master wander down the ox track to the little waterfall. Bob walks off his lead for the first part of the journey but as we get close to the stream he's tethered up. The ducks are nesting in the reed beds and I don't want them surprised by the enthusiastic and unstealthy hunting antics of a male PON. Not that I need worry about the nesting ducks. Bob is completely engrossed in trying to catch minnows. He peers into the water, raises his paw and brings it down with a splash. You'd think after a dozen or so attempts he might get discouraged or bored. Not a bit of it. I think of explaining refraction to him but decide against it.
He's eventually encouraged, firmly, home.
In the evening 'The Font' listens to French Radio. A teenager is interviewed and comes out with the startling observation : ' I only watch television when I go to my Grans. Mind you she's really old. She's in her fifties '.
This dog has learnt not to chase ducks :