Thursday, May 11, 2017
One hand washes the other
A windy start to this Thursday morning. Not that this bothers Sophie who is up and out early to continue her grudge match with the two collar doves.
It goes without saying the collar doves are quite untroubled by a howling diva charging towards them. Stealth is clearly not a sheepdog trait or at least not one inherited by Sophie. Bob, being the essence of happy dog, is quite oblivious to his sisters early morning 'moments' and sits on his stump seat watching the children board the buses to school.
On our way out of the gate we wave at The Old Farmer who has ventured down his balcony stairs, opened up the garage and is reversing the venerable Mercedes out onto the road in readiness for a run round the village green. '' Got to take it for a spin every day to stop the engine seizing up " he says - optimistically.
Madame Bay tootles by in the gold metallic 'Wild Child' voiturette. It has lost another hub cap and the rear drivers side panel sports a fresh indentation. She stops, winds down the window and tells Bob he's handsome. Bob looks at her noncommittally. Sophie is told she's beautiful. An unlikely description of a dog with a chin covered in wet grass and pigeon guano.
In the greengrocers peak strawberry season. We buy four punnets for ourselves and a punnet for The Old Farmer. On our return Bob joins me as we cross the road and place them on the plastic deck chair outside his kitchen. Bob barks at a cat that is enjoying the early morning sun on the old mans terrace. Later today we'll take across our copies of Le Monde and Figaro which our neighbour will read from cover to cover. In a French village nothing goes to waste. One hand washes the other.
Peaches , the first of the year, also make an appearance in the greengrocers. They look good but are hard as a cricket ball. We'll wait a couple of weeks.
Things that surprise. The ability to recite dialogue from a 17th century playwright - in this case Moliere - is a skill set the French President elect has. Recitation of early comedic verse is presumably not an interest he will share with the British Prime Minister ... or American President.
France, it has to be said, is very different.