The old mayor goes to see his wife first thing in the morning, after lunch and again in the evening . He dresses her and puts her to bed. 'All I can do is make sure she starts and ends her day with a kiss '. His wife is now completely oblivious to who he is. This, after more than sixty years, is for him the most trying part. The old mayor fights his silent battles with strength and dignity. He is one of natures gentlemen.
The team of gardeners from the 'commune des communes' started work at six . In the summer they begin at first light and finish after lunch. Sophie trots across the village green to see what they're doing. She gets an ear scrunch but no biscuits. This is a disappointment. She makes the executive decision that talking to the workmen is a waste of her time and quickly leaves them alone. She heads off in search of 'delicacies' under the owl tree.
The recent fur trim has given Sophie a very svelte look. The shortness of her fur coupled to the chilly temperatures ensure we complete our tour of the village at a super fast pace.
On the other side of the lane the sunflowers are now almost at their best. They are of an old, tall, large bloomed variety. Sophie pretends she's interested in chasing the young hares who find safety among the thick stalks but breakfast beckons. The young hares can be chased ( ineptly ) another day.
So starts a Friday morning in a village where nothing ever happens.
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Sitting here in my friend's house in my home city of Nottingham, today's touching account of the Old Mayor's devotion to his wife brought so many memories of my parents' difficult final years flooding back.
But in the present, I have one 5 month old pup intent on trying out every object within reach (and there are many) as a teething aid...
How distressing it must be for the Old Mayor, but what devotion. Something that seems sadly lacking in many of today's generation. How many of the youngsters today will celebrate sixty years of marriage, or even marry at all?
No biscuits? Sophie you'll need to ask Angus to have strong words with those gardeners!
That's so rough for the old mayor.
I see Willy Schraen is at it again: he wants an investigation of anti-hunting associations and an end to tax breaks for donations to them. https://www.ladepeche.fr/2022/06/30/chasse-le-senat-se-saisit-de-la-petition-de-willy-schraen-visant-les-activistes-anti-chasse-et-lance-une-mission-dinformation-10407159.php?M_BT=38043163467#xtor=EPR-1-[newsletter]-20220701-[classique]
This follows on the heels of his statement that the heat wave was cooked up by Meteo France between the two election tours to boost the environmental parties. And that gas prices are up in a conspiracy to kill cars.
I was thinking about the old mayor yesterday and wondering how he is coping. I have tears ...
She is such a sweet little girl. My parents were married 67 years, the last few years was my father comforting my mother.
Hari Om
...and I am back again to try and leave my mark for a second time today... am almost at the stage of not bothering to comment. But I won't stop reading, because, well, the ROF, the OM... Sophie... YAM xx
Thank you for struggling through - I don't know what's going on with Blogger.
Like YAM, here every morning, whether we can comment or not! Bonjour, Sophie!
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