Sunday, May 5, 2019
An uncomplaining companion.
Sophie is in one of her ' I will not be hurried ! ' moods. This means every blade of grass is carefully sniffed and examined. Progress is slow.
Bob is keen to head off to the cafe for his croissant. He sprints back down the lane and is waiting in the back of the car when his sister returns. I won't say he's looking impatient but he is.
The plastic poly tunnels have started to creep up the hill towards the road. What I'd hoped would be a large but isolated field is going to be part of a larger design. The Senegalese farm workers look up and wave as we drive by.
Bob joins me as I head off for a hair cut in the town down the motorway. In the 20's it must have been a thriving place with some 'big city' architecture. When we arrive the barber is sitting behind his desk watching the small wall mounted television. He gets up and shakes my hand. Bob looks at him then settles down under the aspidistra , sighs and closes his eyes. The barber tells me that 1) there have been floods in Quebec 2) the yellow jackets are thinking of blockading roundabouts again 3) he took eleven days holiday last year and went down with the flu on the first day and only recovered as he was heading home and 4) the carburettor on a Ducatti motor bike is extremely difficult to access. After that he snips away in silence ... which is a blessed relief.
As a reward for being such an excellent and uncomplaining companion Bob is taken to the buffet at the station. A small shaggy dog greets him with a shrill yap. Bob is more interested in croissant ends and ignores it. The small shaggy thing retreats.
And one very brave lady : https://twitter.com/GermanyDiplo/status/1124387860839313408