Friday, January 18, 2019
Impossible they say !
The Polish plumbers are running ahead of schedule. On our morning walk Piotr the team leader wanders over and informs me " I hope we make our work less than three weeks ! Impossible they say ! But no !" He laughs and lights another cigarette. The Polish plumbers give Bob an ear tickle. Sophie looks at them warily and emits a small, almost imperceptible, grumble from somewhere deep inside. The plumbers back away. This old fashioned girl isn't going to be tickled by strange plumbers before breakfast. There is such a thing as standards. She runs ahead in search of some badger poo.
The electronic timer that regulates the bell chimes in the church belfry has gone wrong again. It rings maniacally and fitfully through the night. The mayor shows up with a man in a white van. The ringing becomes frantic for ten or so minutes. Then silence. They've disconnected the power. The mayor and the chime engineer will be back tomorrow.
Christmas pastries and chocolates still not selling in the little local supermarket. Perhaps the French purchase of sugary things was abnormally low this Christmas ?
Flowers also seem to be selling slowly.
After a hectic morning Sophie settles down for some serious Furry Fox savaging. She makes a variety of ferocious yodel like noises as she does so. A sure sign of happiness.
A poem that dog owners will understand written and read by a lady who ventured on 'that' journey yesterday :