Friday, November 9, 2018
A demon with the clippers.
There's a chill wind blowing as we head off to the bakers. This morning they're power washing the war memorial ahead of Sundays ceremony. The water from the jet wash blows everywhere. Most of it seems to end up on the poor workman, who is drenched, rather than the stonework.
In the bakers a very 'brown' collection of cakes.
Angus pops into the hardware store to buy some picture hooks. In the lobby they have a display of '' Illuminated Apparel ". Angus finds himself studying the display closely. 'Why in heavens name would you want to wear that ?' he finds himself thinking. Another sure sign ( they're coming thick and fast ) that I've become my father.
Back to the village to find the wind has died down. The war memorial is looking wet. Perhaps when it dries it will look brighter ? The workmen have started to install a wooden fence. First impressions are that it's too big and too heavy and out of proportion. let's reserve judgment until it's in place. The village is now the proud owner of a car park that no one ever uses, a petanque court that's used once a year and now railings round the war memorial that wouldn't look out of place in a stockyard.
While Bob goes off for a walk round the lake with 'The Font' Angus and Sophie head off to the Arab barbers by the railway station in the little market town. The Arab barber is a demon with the clippers so I'm in and out in ten minutes.
Sophie seems unconcerned by the trip to the barbers. She adopts her ' If you're not worried why should I be ? ' attitude and settles down for a doze. Ahead of us a six year old boy who squeals with delight when the shears tickle his scalp. His mother tells him to behave. Sophie sits up and looks in utter amazement.
Those little things too unimportant for a diary but which taken together make life, life.
"The scent of rum in your voice makes my head spin ". This is perhaps the most French video ever: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tsqG176hmUY