Friday, May 20, 2016
We're without water ( the mechanical digger has ruptured the pipe that leads up the hill from the lake ).
The pipe that feeds oil to the boiler has also been inadvertently severed. '' No need to worry M'Ongoose " says Monsieur Bozo. '' Your hot water should be back this evening ".
A morose lad drives a truck into the metal gates on the driveway. The gates no longer close.
On a more positive note the irrigation system has been repaired and reconnected to the well so that the transplanted roses can be watered.
The Bozo family is big in drainage. One branch installs new drainage systems. The other branch empties existing ones. Mid morning we're joined by this second branch of the family. Two enormous orange lorries park in the courtyard. More morose lads appear. Tubes are inserted into the septic tanks and the pumps are switched on. Regurgitated odours sweep the air. Bob who has never widdled indoors, widdles indoors. Some smells just trigger those sorts of reactions in even the best brought up of boyz.
In the rose border a trench is excavated so that the pumping machines can access the ancient fosse septique under the terrace. 'This holds more than my trucks can carry ' says a Bozo brother authoritatively. He then adds ' We'll need to come back tomorrow '.
Bob has developed that unmistakable ' Is everything alright ? ' look.
Sophie takes an executive decision and disappears under a truck for a nap.
Sometimes even the most independent of girls needs somewhere quiet to gather her thoughts.