It's a bit windy this morning. Bob would like to start his day with a reassuring tickle and a mano a mano. Not, of course, that he's in any way alarmed by the wind.
Sophie sees Bob getting attention. She decides she wants a tickle too. She yelps and barges her way in between Bob and his owner. The family diva makes it clear she's in a mood for adoration.
Sophie is definitely not aware of the howling wind, she has the collar doves on her mind.
Angus checks to see how long the wind will last. A look at the morning weather forecast would have you believe the four horsemen of the apocalypse are coming to town. Lots of symbols showing lightning flashes and black clouds. Heavy hail is forecast. This is an improvement over yesterday when we were told to expect snow.
We've ordered some paint from the UK. Having waited in all day on Tuesday the delivery company's website suddenly announces '' Incomplete address " . The parcel is returned to the depot. Angus calls the shippers to point out that a) the address is correct b) they manage to deliver to the house at least once a week and c) the mobile phone number was on the parcel so the driver could call us with any problems. 'Incomplete address' is another way of saying we live too far out in the country to make it worth while delivering.
Finally, after a number of 'forceful' phone calls a truck shows up with the paint. '' You'll have to get in the back and pick it up. It's too heavy for me to shift " says the burly thirty something driver. Angus wonders whether he should point out that two five litre cans of paint don't fall into the 'heavy' category but decides to bear this irritation in silence.
The village news sheet arrives in the letter box. Under the heading Security in the village there is a sentence informing the residents that people have been driving by the Salle des Fetes at excessive speeds. A one way system is being considered. Quite something in a commune of 67 inhabitants most of whom live in outlying farms. There are eleven houses in the village plus the chateau.
The excessive speed relates to the family who have a Ford with lowered suspension and blacked out windows of a type much beloved by inner city drug dealers. The wife drives quickly but not excessively so. The husband by contrast is very Gallic in his driving habits scattering gravel and chickens as he accelerates past the war memorial. A quick 'chat' with the gendarmes might spare us the expense of installing yet more traffic calming measures.
This morning the garden resounds to the sound not only of collar doves but also of Nuthatches.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqYuKt-xJCE . Sophie is not amused at thearrival of yet more feathered visitors. She has that determined ' While we are postponing, life speeds by ' look on her face.