Somehow, the little angels manage the impossible. They get back into the compost heap. Is it the taste of silage or the lure of the forbidden that makes them so enterprising ? Sophie is thoroughly washed. Bob would have joined her in the bath had he not decided to make himself scarce.
Preparations continue for tomorrows reconsecration of the church and unveiling of the memorial to the Algerian War . The grass verges are cut, the road markings freshened up, the leaves around the war memorial blown away and the holes in the road at the side of the salle des fetes filled in with tarmac.
This air of perfection is somewhat marred by the presence of the mysterious orange mechanical device in front of the church. It remains cordoned off behind metal barriers and day-glo tape. What can it be for ? Will it be in pride of place for tomorrows ceremonies or will it be moved ?
