Orchids springing up on the village green. A variety I've not seen before.We have chosen to live in a deeply unfashionable department where wild orchids grow untroubled. This is a good thing.
Yesterday, the Volvo was delivered to the garage. Later today I'll go down to pick it up after its service. Seems there is a problem with the aircon. A part has been ordered but it will need to go back in again next week. In Toulouse life is back to normal but now I'd guess that 80% of people are wearing masks. The Volvo garage has got the customer screening process down to a tee. I catch a brief glimpse of a receptionist in the showroom and am given my key to the replacement car by a masked man behind a perspex screen. From all the cars in the employees parking lot I'd guess there must be another twenty or thirty folks being super careful and avoiding contact with customers.
The old mayor arrives and starts cutting The Old Farmers paddock. In the seven weeks he's been ensconced with his lady friend our neighbours grass has grown a good eighteen inches in height. It will soon be collected and baled for the horse farm. Waste not want not French village style.
Sophie gets a second walk. This time we head to the waterfall where she has a drink that would satisfy an elephant.
The morning routines of a fluffy dog and her master in an exceedingly quiet part of France profonde.
Sunny morning music : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0AuHYNj8qQ