Monday, May 29, 2017
Conjecture and fact.
Bob gives me his unmistakable ' I is ready for my walk ' look.
His sister would also give me a look but she's been distracted by the collar doves.
Two more election posters appear on the hustings.
There was a commotion in the donkeys barn on Friday night. This morning the reason for the braying becomes apparent. The five donkeys are joined by a sixth. Small and unsteady on its feet it shelters under the shade of the oaks and the watchful eye of its mother. In the life of a village a new donkey is worthy of mention. This new arrival is recorded in the diary alongside a summary of the G7 and NATO meetings. Signs of hope always welcome.
They've gone wild on fruit pavlovas in the bakers. Must be something to do with the heat. We order a chocolate royale. Bob and Sophie get given some croissant crumbs.
Home to find the Wild Child voiturette parked on the drive. Madame Bay is in the kitchen and in one of her ' I'm not one to gossip but ... ' moods. Angus has misunderstood Madame Bays primness over the topless lady in the chateau swimming pool. It is not the display of partial nudity in front of the plumber that has shocked our octogenarian neighbour. Rather, it's the fact that the topless bather is still there. So is the billionaire. The post lady has heard laughter when delivering letters. Conjecture and fact are interchangeable in a small French village.