Wednesday, December 9, 2015
A day of high drama.
Sophie has taken to sleeping on her back. This might explain this mornings 'flat head' look.
The workmen are busy putting up walls. Two of the morose lads leave their sandwiches in a bag on a table on the terrace. This proves to be a mistake. The 'disappearance' of the sandwiches goes unnoticed until lunch time. 'The Font' makes replacement cheese and ham baguettes. Sophie gives us her 'I cannot tell a lie. It was my brother ' look. The crumbs on her chin tell a different story.
There is wholewheat spaghetti for dinner. Sophie's new anti-gulp bowl slows her down - infinitesimally. Bob, being a gourmand, slowly eats his spaghetti, strand by strand. This display of prudence drives his sister insane.
While we've been away The Old Farmer has added a string of red and pink flashing lights to the windows and doors around his terrace . This is a colour combination one doesn't often see. Together with all the other lights around the gutters and along the railings his little cottage now displays a festive glow not unlike a nuclear reactor in meltdown.
So passes another day of high chicness in deepest, deepest France profonde.