Monday, December 30, 2019

Ensuring compliance.

Yesterday the village was deserted . A couple of cars drove past in the morning and a tractor went through after lunch. One of the cars had a 78 registration plate - which I think is from Paris. It stopped by the church for its occupants to get out and look at what was, but is no longer, the swaying Jesus. They seem unimpressed and move on quickly.  Apart from that, nothing. One of the mysteries of France is where the people go. Late in the afternoon we go out in the car to see whether the wine merchant in the little market town was open.  He wasn't. The village donkeys, horses, goats and cattle continue in their unchanging routine and seem unperturbed by the silence.

This morning the weather bright and sunny. Unseasonably warm. Madame Bay, who stops by for a cup of coffee and to provide an update on village gossip, repeats an old country saying '' Sit on the terrace at Christmas, sit by the fire for Easter ''. This is presumably to tell us that the good weather will be replaced by a bitter cold snap.

Sophie is awake at first light. She hears me stir, rushes up the stairs and stares intently while I put my shoes on. No mistaking that PON enthusiasm to go out into the garden and face whatever the day has in store. There may be C-A-T-S !

This made me laugh :

Octopus farming is now added to the list of things I didn't know about :


Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
Madame Bay - independent neighbourhood watch! I would sign any petition that might be raised to prevent octopus farming. We've committed enough animal atrocity. YAM xx

Poppy Q said...

You have unseasonably warm and we have unseasonably cool.

Miss Pops is keen to go out in the garden and check for intruders in the morning too. She too is looking for cats and she is a cat.

Coppa's girl said...

Some of the French people are here Angus, enjoying the unseasonably warm (even for us) weather. Quite a few villas have French registered cars outside.
Sophie would be most frustrated f she lived here. We have very brazen C-A-T-S in our garden - they sit and stare at Inca, relax and have a wash, then stroll nonchalantly along the top of the balustrade, tails held high!