Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Be willing to be a beginner every single morning
Time to be weighed. 'The font' clambers onto the bathroom scales with Bob . He weighs 8.1 kilos. Sophie 6.6 . Bob, as someone commented, is going to be a big boy.
A day spent bouncing and hurtling round the garden. The shutter on the i-Phone camera barely fast enough to catch the occasional black and white blur as it whizzes past . Life enacted at high speed.Never walk when you can run .
In the evening the Beautiful Byeways committee meeting. Bob and Sophie are gently led across the village green. Their first venture out with collar and lead. We set off at eight and complete our hundred metre journey in eleven minutes. Water hydrant, the box hedge round the war memorial and the acacia tree by the old widows cottage all dutifully recorded, marked and remembered.
'The font' returns from the salle de fetes at ten. Time for a drink. A stiff one. ''What did the committee discuss this time ? " I ask. There follows a sigh followed by a giggle. ' The old farmer has found chanterelles in the forest and has sworn us all to secrecy , Madame mayor wonders whether the old bottles of red wine they've found in the store room could be used for Sangria or should be thrown out , frozen eclairs are on 'special offer' nine €uros for four dozen in the Cash and Carry and all the villages across France with the same name as ours are holding a convention here next year '.