Home. The last flight due to land in time to get home for dinner. It finally lands at one in the morning. Seems there have been bad thunderstorms. At immigration one unsmiling young man. The Air Algerie and Tunis Air flights also delayed. The young man is diligent. Very diligent. A solitary guardian of the French republic. Every passport carefully scanned, the photograph checked. He seems oblivious to the way the immigration queue grows and spills back towards the arrival gates. An hour and a half later I'm through. I toy with the idea of asking the young man why there is only one person on duty but think better of it.
While I'm away the solar powered pool cover finally repaired. A team of maintenance men arrive , unannounced, to install the replacement motor. They haven't brought any screws with them. They try to claim that they'd left the original screws with ' the font ' . They are soon disabused of this notion. Over breakfast they are described to me as being " To charm what a black hole is to matter ". They've promised to come back early next week with the original screws to fix the battery cover. For the time being Scotch tape will do. Bob and Sophie find the whole process highly entertaining.
Village life focused on the gathering in of the grain harvest and preparations for harvesting the sunflowers.
