Wednesday, January 8, 2020
Washing his hands of it.
Sunny and bright but there's a decidedly nippy breeze blowing down from the high mountains. While Sophie waits to head off on our morning walk Angus pops back indoors to put on an extra layer.... or two.
Sophie sits in the garden waiting for his reappearance with what might be seen ( to some ) to be restrained patience.
This morning we meet the mayor taking down the Christmas baubles from the war memorial. Later today he's going to announce to the village council that he'll be retiring on March 15th. He's been mayor for 24 years. Time for someone younger to take the helm. The disagreement between the man with anger management issues and the German billionaires builder is the straw that's broken the camels back. ' I simply don't have the energy or patience to deal with this nonsense any more'. It also seems that his wife, who has had no less than five hip replacement operations, is not well.
There are three contenders for the mayors position. Four if you count the man with anger management issues who isn't a contender because no one likes him. The three viable candidates all have strongly partisan backing. The transfer of power and the municipal election will not be easy. Angus isn't sure if he'll be allowed to participate as Britain will be leaving the EU before the date of the vote. This might be a blessing .
When we get back to The Rickety Old Farmhouse Loic, the heavily bifocaled gardener, can be seen under an oak tree blowing leaves into piles. Sophie rushes over to redistribute the leaves. Loic informs me - at length and with urgency- that the cat at his home is ill and hasn't been eating properly for two days. I ask if someone is going to take it to the vets. He doesn't know but promises to find out by the time he returns on Friday. I get the lawn tractor out and let him zip around for fifteen minutes. Loic seems to think he's driving like Michael Schumacher but in fact his pace is sedentary. This doesn't stop him from laughing with pure delight.