Thursday, May 26, 2016
Hunting for petrol.
The church, after its restoration, is looking rather fine. The mural with Joanne of Arc peering heavenward and asking " Who will rid us of the dreaded English ? " is now in pristine condition. Before the restoration the damp had somehow contrived to give her a kyrptonite green face. She now exudes a ruddy glow.
The last of the money for the restoration ran out before the restorers got to the porch. It remains looking the worse for wear.
'The Font' tells the mayor that we'll pay for its decoration.The idea was to use fabric but the walls are too jagged and uneven.Instead the idea is to use wallpaper for the lower half and paint above. A meeting is held to finalize the plans.
'The Font' explains that a bee symbol might be appropriate for a country church. A bee is a symbol of the resurrection ( it disappears for 3 months but always returns ) . The lady with the purple hat remembers being told by her grandmother that bees are a sign of good fortune. They make the wax for the candles and without candles there could be no mass and without mass there would be no salvation. This answer is somewhat wasted on a Swedish Lutheran but all agree that it is a very charming thought. The purple hatted lady smiles.
Much time is spent deciding which of the eight wall paper samples would be most appropriate. Each is greeted enthusiastically. No decision can be made. The issue will be returned to at the next village council meeting. The man with anger management issues doesn't attend which makes the proceedings calmer if no less structured.
Bob and Sophie continue to enjoy the sunshine and the presence of starfish throwing drainage 'engineers'.
We spend much of the day hunting for petrol. Strikers are blockading the petrol refineries and the garages are running short. The air traffic controllers are planning an indefinite strike starting on Tuesday. We were planning to briefly go to London that day. To top it all off it seems the staff at the local nuclear power plant are going to stage a one day strike next week. This is presumably less threatening than it sounds.
Just another day in deepest, deepst France profonde.