The cafe under the arcades a sobre place. The new months social security cheques get paid tomorrow.Where there would usually be three pre-breakfast libations, today there is only one. The lady in the blue dressing gown, hairnet and red pom-pom slippers waves half heartedly at Bob and Sophie.
Our Hachette Wine Guide seriously out of date. We stop off at the little book store on the marketplace to see if they have a 2015 version. They don't. They do however have a 2013 edition. The woman dusts it down and hands it to me. '' You might as well take this . All they do is change the front cover". She reluctantly agrees to order a copy. '' I've no idea when it will arrive . Are you sure you don't want this one ? " The 'retail' concept in deepest France profonde continues to amaze. The book store is light on books and heavy on string , greeting cards and decorative paper bags.
Gods little angels remain in fine form.
Sophie has had a fringe trim. It is ever so slightly lopsided .
An impatient look all dog owners know. 'It's wet. What are we going to do now ?'
This song playing in the supermarket, the car park and the Post Office. A cultural saturation point ? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zipve5iE2Tc