While I was dealing with the wild haired lunatrice the font was dealing with the village associations and the organization of the concert. The meeting was prefaced by mayor with the comment that ' there are no politics in this village'. A sure sign if ever there was one that centuries old intra-village hatred and loathing bubble just below the surface. The idea that post concert refreshments should be limited to a glass of wine and a slice of quiche still seems to be quite impossible for the villagers to understand. As it stands after the concert there will be a tour of the pottery museum followed by a four course meal ( two courses by each association) and a talk on the history of the village given by the deputy mayor. A little fine tuning remains to be done if we are to avoid the evening from hell. How sensible does a concert , then a glass of wine sound to you?
Wilf and Digby are sound asleep in the courtyard silently exuding happiness from every follicle. They do not like it when one or other of us goes away. This time Wilf simply refused to eat dinner - a situation that has rapidly remedied itself since my return.