Thursday, August 6, 2020
The little stream in the valley still flowing but now reduced to a mere trickle. With the temperature rising again it may dry out completely by the weekend.
The village hall has been cordoned off. Someone left a window open and the wasps have built an enormous nest inside. Madame Bay informs us that 'wasp men' have been called to deal with the infestation. The wasp men can't come to deal with our problem for three or four days. Monsieur Bay has tried his contacts in the retired gendarmes association to see if things can be speeded up but to no avail.
It seems our new mayor put up the tape to cordon off the village hall during the wee hours of the morning. There is something ever so slightly eerie about his penchant for doing things in the dark.
The excitement at The Rickety Old Farmhouse reaches fever pitch. The builder shows up - unannounced - at 6:25 am. He's come to lay the tiles that have been sitting in the courtyard for the last six months. There is a bout of feverish activity. By 9:15 he's gone after laying a concrete foundation. A group of morose lads stand in the peony border and smoke. Sophie glares at them. Given half a chance she'd try to nip their ankles but is told to behave.
I don't see the builder and his entourage go. If I had there would have been a conversation about 1) why the concrete slab isn't central to the French doors 2) why it's so high off the ground when it was supposed to be flush 3) why he's decided not to continue the concrete to the corner and cover the downpipe and 4) when he plans to return to lay the stone tiles.
It's also not as wide as it should be .... or straight.
There again , in this heat, who cares ?
Whoever knew pineapples were so interesting ? : https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-53432877
Auld Lang Syne - Beirut style : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VegYsyCnTLo