Tuesday, February 13, 2018
It's stopped raining. The PONs spend their day outside barking at 1) The Polish builders 2) the post lady and 3) the tikes. It seems the tikes, their parents and the tikes brothers and sisters ( The Font counts 8 of them, I count 9 ) are heading off for a half term skiing trip. The tikes father can be seen loading skiing equipment onto the top of the white Renault minibus. A trailer containing goodness only knows what is attached to the back. The children are herded into the rear, Mother climbs into the front passenger seat, Father walks round the minibus twice, kicks the tyres and then they're off.
Sophie's nose displays a remarkable lustrousness. This presumably comes from a diet of dessicated voles and 'recycling'
The motorway toll booth is open again. The gendarmes are on guard ( although why they never intervene to stop the barricades being built - and set alight - is something of a mystery ). The detritus from last weeks riots is till smouldering. The local radio says that the blockades are about to start again.