The ladies of the Women's Cooperative have stopped work. Stopping work is different to finishing . They promise to return after they've been to a conference on feminist issues in the Dordogne. There is a lack of exactitude regarding the length of their absence. Aude will be taking the hand loom and a stock of her hand spun, undyed, alpaca pashminas. '' Sounds like a fun time " says Angus. His attempt at humour is met with grim silence.
No grim silence at The Old Farmers birthday gathering which turns out to be a 'liquid' affair. 'The Font' has bought him one of those rechargeable lights that you can strap round your head. It is hoped this will help him see when he ventures out onto his balcony late at night. The Old Farmer insists on trying it out immediately. The Belgian lady decides that he looks very distinguished. Angus heads off early and soberly to Toulouse. The Volvo has had a recall. Something serious sounding to do with the fuel pipe. It is fixed in forty five minutes.
This morning a group of early rising walkers pass just as we're about to head off for our morning constitutional. Angus and the PONs wait for them to go. Every one of them waves and says hello to the dogs. Angus is ignored.
Bob sits on his stump and peers at them through the bars on the gate. Sophie is allowed out to check on the walkers. Satisfied that we have the village to ourselves the PONs and their master head off.
To the butchers for some steak. At the sausage counter Sophie emits a high pitched '' How can you torture a girl like this ? ' squeak. Thankfully, the sausage man is a dog owner. The PONs each get a tiny sliver of Boudin Noir. As a thank you Angus buys some Pata Negra . Shopping with dogs is not cheap.
Bob is in the mood for some rugby. Angus kicks the ball. Bob retrieves it. This works well until Sophie joins in. Sophie has difficulty with the bring it back part of the game.
So starts another day when nothing , but nothing, happens in a small French village.
A wall painting showing Glasgows patron saint healing a sparrow: https://www.davidairey.com/glasgow-high-street-mural-smug/
Bad luck for the investors in this company : https://www.cbsnews.com/news/gerald-cotten-quadrigacx-ceo-took-password-to-his-grave-leaving-company-unable-to-access-137-million/
11 comments:
Is that an "Attention au Chien" sign on the gate? ((snickers...even I, who would cross the street to avoid the danger of a dog on a leash behind a fence, probably wouldn't be very scared of the PONs))
So glad the OF's birthday was fittingly feted.
One can only hope that the feminist conference in the Dordgne has a session on "How you can be a feminist and also have a sense of humour". And perhaps another one on "Feminists and the work ethic".
Hari OM
I always look forward to your descriptions of nothing happening, Angus... YAM xx
I worked today (a public holiday here). So your day sounds much better than mine.
The street art is incredible!
There's something very 'tender' about it.
Quite why we have the sign there is something of a mystery.
Working on a public holiday is always a pain unless you get two days off in lieu.
Hand-spun alpaca is very warm, cozy, not to be short-changed.
The cryptocurrency problem is why you should, despite what the "experts" say, write down your passwords. In a place where the list is safe from others, but not too safe.
They would be poorly attended sessions.
No wonder each day is 'the best day ever'.
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