Tuesday, March 30, 2021

Dog in clover.

Sophie's start of day walk takes her through a field of clover.

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.

A second call from a man who apologizes for phoning out of the blue. He's a Parisian academic with five children who has friends in the region. They've somehow tracked down the land line ( who phones on the land line ? ). He needs to work from home and Paris mid-pandemic is impossible. He was wondering whether we'd consider selling the house if we were moving ?  I thank him for his interest but say we have no plans to move. His call does however make me a little nervous about how bad things must be getting in the capital.





8 comments:

Lisa in France said...

Sophie looks very happy romping through the clover. We just took Charlie for his lunchtime walk, and I was thinking about all your stories about Bob the family fellow - Charlie is almost six months old now and recently discovered the joys of "christening," although in his case, it's telephone poles rather than tires. Your post about the swan reminded me of this story I saw yesterday, about a stray dog who kept breaking into a Dollar General store trying to steal a purple unicorn: https://people.com/pets/dog-stealing-unicorn-toy-from-dollar-general-store-rescued-north-carolina/?utm_campaign=peoplemagazine&utm_content=link&utm_medium=social&utm_source=facebook.com&utm_term=605e383fef660400013e0abf

WFT Nobby said...

Sophie is in clover today, both literally and metaphorically!
Gail the geophysicist is pondering the Earth's extra layer and the degree to which the search algorithm solution is non-unique...

Taste of France said...

That is truly weird/creepy that a stranger called to buy your house out of the blue.
I talked to a Parisian friend yesterday. Single mom with a 2-year-old in a 20 m2 studio. She was surprisingly upbeat. Her son is in a crĂȘche while she works from home, and she is hopeful that will stay open. I think small children are resilient, but the older ones are struggling. Just at the moment when the brain is changing from child to adult, the world has warped in a way that feeds unhealthy behaviors.

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
Indeed, there is an entire generation that will have a very different recall of these times to their parents and grandparents... and that phone call was beyond suspicious - tying in with your apocalyptic mood! Nobody does that. They look up the house listings on realtors websites. YAM xx

Sharon said...

Perhaps the phone call was actually from a Real Estate Agent fishing.

Sharon said...

I live in a very popular place that people trying to escape Toronto are anxious to buy property. Real Estate Agents are constantly contacting those that live here to sell. The cost of housing has increased by a large percent over the last year. Prince Edward County an island in Lake Ontario.

Coppa's girl said...

How lovely to walk through the clover - lucky Sophie. Today we've made do with a couple of trawls round the neighbourhood in a howling gale.
The phone call from the Parisian sounds most unsettling, and you must wonder how deep he had to dig to unearth your location and phone details. I wonder if it is a scam? A friend has told me that vendors here are being scammed by a person, or persons, purporting to live in Switzerland. They phone up and offer to buy your house, and if you are interested want to do a private deal. It's to do with money changing hands of course, and the vendor coming off worse. My next door neighbours are trying to sell, and have received just such a phone call. They were so delighted with the offer and are now waiting for movement restrictions to be eased so that the supposed Swiss buyer can come and finalise the purchase.

Angus said...

I think that there maybe some truth in your suspicion. Lots of Parisians looking for a house. What better outcome for a realtor than have a large, detached house, with walled grounds in a ( touch wood ) Covid free hamlet ?