Thursday, January 11, 2018
Woks not mentioned.
Two little cars drive up and park outside the church as I'm giving the PONs their pre-lunch walk. They're rental cars. You know rental cars in France because they're all registered in the Oise department and have the number 60 on their registration plates. The owner of one of the cars shouts out and asks if I know where the swaying Jesus is. He's parked directly in front of it and is ten maybe twelve feet away from the thing so it's difficult to reply without sounding sarcastic. There's no wind today so there is no swaying. '' Turnaround. You can't miss it. There's only the one " seems a suitably neutral response. The question is a bit like people on planes coming down the aisle and asking which is the window seat. Bob and Sophie are keen to greet the new arrivals. They are 'encouraged' on their walk.
The PONs are held spellbound by the constant drama that is village life. The two carloads of out of towners go. Workmen come to install new road signs. The school buses bring back the little ones at lunchtime. Our neighbour The Old Farmer polishes his venerable motor home to an approximation of a showroom shine ( the fibreglass infilling on the wing doesn't buff up well ). Everything is carefully observed.
After lunch we head off to the cafe on the market square in the little market town. The cafe is deserted apart from three gentlemen of a certain age who sit, grumpily, putting the world to rights. Bob and Sophie get given a Breton butter biscuit to share. Sophie ( who has been recycling ) gets a quarter of it, her brother the rest. Thankfully, she has no idea that he's got the larger portion.
The Chinese family, mother, father and an unruly three year old male come to see the London flat with the agent. There is a rather one sided conversation about the Chinese style kitchen. '' You got Woof ? We got Woof. Woof very good " says the man. After some backwards and forwards banter it transpires that 'Woof' is a make of kitchen appliance called Wolf. 'The Font' isn't sure if ' Woofs' are sold in the UK but promises to look into it. The Chinese family are very keen to move in quickly. The wife is looking forward to walking round the corner to Fortnum and Masons for her groceries. ' The Font' points out there is a Tesco Metro on the corner which will cost a quarter, maybe a fifth, of the price of shopping in Fortnums. This information is greeted with silent incredulity. As they go the man, perhaps to make quite sure 'The Font' has understood says '' Woof very good " .They then go. Flaming woks are not mentioned