Wednesday, March 31, 2021
Tuesday, March 30, 2021
Then it's off down the ox track to the Holy Well. Some intriguing delectables to be found in the long grass this morning. This slows down out rate of progress.
We circle back up the hill and along the lane. On the village hall notice board the remains of a poster dating back to summer 2019 and a neighbouring villages summer party.
Something dystopian about this scene. If this was a clip in a post apocalyptic zombie movie a young woman would study the poster and then turn to her boyfriend and ask ' How long did you say we'd been asleep ?' It's easy for us 60 somethings to step back from a year of life. What is much more difficult is working out how to get a desocialized five year old back into the swing of things after a year of lockdown and closed schools.
We get a call from the Belgian lady who has heard from the builder that we're getting a grey pool liner. 'is it light grey or charcoal ?' She has some friends who would like to come and see it. I explain that we have ordered the grey liner but that the pool man hasn't fitted it. She will get a call as soon as we hear from him which may be some time. She sympathizes.
Monday, March 29, 2021
Sunday, March 28, 2021
I'm all for this if it keeps people employed. British Airways will serve you dinner at home :https://feastbox.co.uk/collections/british-airways
Saturday, March 27, 2021
The association of local mayors had their quarterly meeting in the Salle de Fetes. Lights burned until gone midnight. On our close of day perambulation across the village green ( after watching Scotland beat France in the rugby final ) we counted sixteen cars and five vans. As expected the meeting room windows were firmly closed and masks were not to be seen. Wine and 'nibbles' were provided by the ladies of the Beautiful Bye Ways Committee. Thank heavens the virus knows not to travel into the countryside. It seems one of the topics under discussion was the possible imposition of a new nationwide lockdown due to the surge in case numbers. Go figure.
The electronic bell engineer showed up late in the afternoon and adjusted the church bells for the weekends time change. This means the chimes will be out of synch until the clocks are moved on Sunday morning.
Before the Statue of Liberty there was the Lady of Suez :https://twitter.com/UrbanFoxxxx/status/1375031261308289036
Friday, March 26, 2021
Thursday, March 25, 2021
Hats off to Vox for producing this. How I wish more folks would watch it :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3odScka55A
Wednesday, March 24, 2021
The start of 'The Fonts' Pasadena community college on-line tutorials means that breakfast conversation now revolves around issues like this :https://physicsworld.com/a/has-a-new-particle-called-a-leptoquark-been-spotted-at-cern/
Tuesday, March 23, 2021
This is good news :https://www.science20.com/hank_campbell/latest_data_show_bees_are_still_thriving_at_an_alarming_rate-253544
Monday, March 22, 2021
Sunday, March 21, 2021
Angus hasn't heard of half of these singers but he does recognize best of class mask wearing when he sees it :https://youtu.be/UlIq5gvqOmA?t=2
Saturday, March 20, 2021
The highlight of the week has been the sighting of a moorhen on the village pond. Even better, this morning, 'The Font' has seen not one but two moorhens paddling unconcernedly along . Although the shrubbery along the banks has been cut down by the German billionaires in a bout of 'improvement' the moorhens have been resourceful. They seem to be nesting in an old drainage culvert that is safely out of the way of any feral cats and aggressive gardeners. For some reason the return of these village neighbours puts pandemic risk in perspective. A smile inducing reminder that life adjusts to change.
Down by the canal Sophie spots a duck. I attach her lead. There is something ever so slightly 'edgy' about the PON mentality that makes it uncertain whether she will, or will not, live completely in the moment and give chase.
The Bordeaux-Toulouse Express rushes by. For an eight year old PONette things don't get much more exciting than that ( duck chasing excluded ). If the number of faces at the windows are anything to go by the train is full. Parisians escaping the capital before a months lockdown is imposed tonight.
It's only been a couple of days since were at the canal but new varieties of wild flowers are bursting into bloom ...
It pours with rain. The only other person we see is a lady with a well behaved Labrador. Sophie is very keen to see the Labrador but he's up and into the back of his mistresses car before she knows it. As they drive off he peers at her wistfully from the back window. Perhaps next week ?
'The Fonts' favourite furniture shop has gone virtual :https://www.svenskttenn.se/en/the-store/
Friday, March 19, 2021
By the time we get back from our morning walk the courier has been to the gate and delivered more wine. This should see us through into the summer. Having a local courier is good news. He loads up his van at the depot in the big market town every night, then drives home with his deliveries for the next day. We have become the first port of call on his daily round. That is just fine by us.
Half an hour later a second courier arrives. 'The Font' loves dark chocolate. The more bitter it is the better. The local chocolatier sells 100% strength bars made from Ghanaian beans. These are tart bordering on astringent. Angus consumes chocolate by the bar. 'The Font' has one square, and one square only, after lunch.
Some milk chocolate has also been ordered but I haven't studied the website carefully enough and the package contains 'blond' chocolate which is that toffee coloured variety that used to be sold, many years ago, as Caramac.
A book on skyscraper design and construction in Stalin era Moscow is finished. It was a surprisingly jaunty read although it's a topic that is unlikely to arise even in the most esoteric dinner conversations. Despite the authors best efforts to sprinkle a little magic over her subject the Russian Foreign Ministry remains one of the most depressing high rise buildings on the planet. In the 1980's Angus once stayed in the Hotel Ukrainia - another Moscow high rise. A stay memorable for a ferocious blizzard, a room with a grand piano full of used champagne bottles and a bed that was still being used by the previous occupant. Nothing in life could prepare you for the gentle bordering on somnambulant pace of the hotel elevator or the alarming noises it emitted.