Wednesday morning. Anger Management Man sees us. We've been greeting the old widows shaggy goat at the far end of the village. Shaggy goat is supposed to be kept in a fenced off area in the old widows garden but no one has told goat this. Today, he's out of his paddock and standing on his hind legs eating something in the garden planters.
AMM stops his car and lowers the window. He's annoyed. 460,000 cases in France yesterday. The morning news broadcast has broken the story that the Minister of Education has been away on holiday on ' the party island of Ibiza'. This is the same Minister who recently announced tight Covid restrictions for schools. AMM believes he should have been in Paris during a pandemic, not galivanting in a foreign country. The fact that AMM uses the phrase ' the party island of Ibiza' indicates that the Ministers Covid actions have entered into the psychological 'one rule for them, one rule for us' territory. In a land of Liberte, Egalite and Fraternite this is a big No No !
Angus wonders if Ibiza really is a party island in the depths of a January winter but keeps this thought to himself as AMM has by now started to gesticulate. He's also accelerated his speech so the words flow seamlessly into one another in a stream of consciousness style. It's quite possible that he's telling me that the local schools are closed. It's also possible he's telling me something about the Government Minister and fast cars. I catch the occasional word but it's difficult to string it together into a coherent narrative. Best at moments like this to furrow my brow and say 'How amazing' in a way that implies interest/concern but without eliciting any more details. AMM says something less than charming about the government and the President and drives off.