A busy time ahead.
The builder is expected to come and replace the unattractive garage doors with better looking glazed doors on Tuesday. The builder has not replied to e-mail messages or phone calls since he made this promise a month ago.
The Old Farmer phones 'The Font' three times with updates on his progress. The hospital has him out of bed on Sunday morning doing walking exercises. He plans to be out of hospital and back at home this week.
The Women's Cooperative call to say that they have recovered from their colds and will resume papering on the 17th.
At the open air market a lady with the most extraordinary hair. She's taken it and wrapped it around her head not once, not twice but three times. How long can it be ? The end result makes it look as if she's got a small but very tall hat perched precariously on top of her. Angus would really like to take a closer look to determine whether it's real or a wig but not wanting to appear in a French court case he decides against further investigation. The lady with the bizarre hair picks up oysters and talks to them. '' You look lovely my darling ". This makes Angus and the PONs move quickly away. Over breakfast 'The Font' voices the opinion that her behaviour is no stranger than a man sitting on a storm drain discussing the May 12th deadline on the Iran nuclear deal with two shaggy dogs.
We go to a new cafe. The coffee is burnt and undrinkable. It's hard to find a bad coffee in Italy. The same cannot be said about rural France. The PONs get given a bowl of water. The cakes look excellent. We may go there again if the staff can be trained in the art of the canine half croissant.
At the greengrocers mini aubergines. Angus want to ask what you might use mini aubergines for but the greengrocer, his wife and the disinterested girl who works there part time, are nowhere to be seen. We finally give up waiting and leave.
Strong winds and constant rain bring out the snails. They munch happily away on the freshly planted Aubretia. Anything that's willing to be out in the constant downpour has my blessing. Let the snails chomp away to their hearts content.
Sophie is much easier to towel dry now she's sporting her summer cut.
3 things for a Monday morning :
Only now have we discovered puffin beaks are fluorescent :
How things will change in the US: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpEAyCPFB4g
There was a poetry festival in St. Andrews last month. Scroll a quarter way down the page to find a very powerful poem 'The Reception Line' by an American poet Lyn Coffin. 'The Font' says it was electrifying when read aloud : http://www.stanzapoetry.org/festival/poets-artists/coffin
7 comments:
Hari OM
Three more worthy links. The small brinjals make excellent curry, or simply halved, seasoned and baked with a generous slosh of olive oil. Sweeter and less acid than the standard egg-plant. YAM xx
Perhaps Angus should try one of the tartan topped cakes from the new café?
What makes you think he hasn't ?
And..........?
I'm cheering the Millennials on with every breath.
It's early days but I'm sure you'll train the staff at the new café. Looking at the selection of cakes, it's a good start. Maybe you'll even persuade them to make a decent cup of coffee !
The cakes look nice, but hopefully are not as bad as the coffee. Pons are looking good.
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