The morning croissant run with Bob and Sophie. We pass a new age travellers caravan on our way into town. A horse pulling, two mules tethered behind. A curmudgeonly old dog slowly leading the way. The new age traveller is sitting with his feet dangling over the side of the wagon happily talking to the horse. Life at two miles an hour.
Clouds over the sunflower fields. The local paper says that during Tuesday nights storms there were 2883 lightning strikes in the departement. How do they know ?
We haven't seen much of Madame Bay since the builders arrived on May 23rd. The house too dusty for her to clean . From time to time she would make a brief appearance to tell the workmen to wipe their shoes or update us on the complicated love life of the woman who runs the horse farm. This morning she appears in the gold metallic 'Wild Child' voiturette with her hairdresser daughter Sandrine tightly squeezed into the passenger seat.
Madame Bay is to retire. '' Sad I know but it can't be helped. I'm needed in the salon ". Sandrine rolls here eyes as if to say the last thing she needs is her mother spending any more time in the salon. '' Don't you go worrying. I'll teach the new girl how to do things properly ". Girl in this sense means someone under the age of seventy five.
' The font ' sighs. The interaction of a new cleaning lady with Madame Bay likely to be a diplomatic challenge.