Yesterday absolutely nothing - or almost nothing - happened in the village. The PONs watch a gaggle of pilgrims wander along the lane. The pilgrims wave. Sophie looks ferocious. The farmers are busy ploughing up the sunflower fields and planting wheat. The last tractor finishes at 10:35 pm.
A red Peugeot and a white Renault drive up and park outside The Very Old Farmers house. Distant relations come to evaluate what slim pickings are left inside. After an hour a woman emerges with a large bronze bed warmer that would once have been filled with hot coals from the fire. Today anyone using it would find their insurance premiums increasing tenfold. It'll be in the rubbish skip within the year.
Bob, Sophie and 'The Font' head off across country ( avoiding the yellow jacket protesters ) to the hardware store. The brown ceramic floor tiles have been in place for 200 years and are beginning to lose their lustre. 'The Font' thinks they would originally have been buffed up with red 'Cardinal' tile polish. The woman in the hardware store looks blankly ( 'Never heard of it' ) and has no helpful suggestions.
Our search for a femme de menage to replace the stroppy Caroline will need to resume.
Vellichor and ellipsism.Unusual words for unusual emotions :
And here's something French :