The family diva sits by the front door in readiness to head off in the car. Bright and sunny up here on top of the hill. Foggy and chill down by the river edge. Sophie stops, mesmerized, watching the yachts bobbing in the mist. There are times when she will stand transfixed for minutes on end. A PON lost in wonder. Today it's clear she, and she alone, is seeing angels dancing on the water.
Five weeks since the dog car went to the garage. Over a week since anyone has called to update us. This morning a letter has gone from the lawyers to Volvo. The lawyers operate at a measured pace. The French legal sector will not be rushed. I feel ever so slightly guilty at this unseasonal turn of events but the feeling soon passes.
The big car is looking the worse for wear. Brown muddy paws and white carpets cannot be separated - no matter how hard you try.
Talking of trying hard, the mayors secretary finishes her Christmas decorating. Tinsel is wrapped around the metal railings outside the town hall door. A sparely decorated tree is propped in a corner by the municipal wall mounted defibrillator. How festive is that ? Village traditions and routines , although unprepossessing, are sturdy. Wars and pandemics can threaten but not uproot them.
Carol # 20 fromWashington DC. People gathering like this seems strange. Can it only have been last year ? : https://youtu.be/PeNjYKM5RzM?t=7381