Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Monsieur Risotto and his team of excavators come to move the mechanical digger from the centre of the drive . They then leave . " We'll be back tomorrow with some drainage pipes " their parting comment . Hmmm ....
In the afternoon the arc welder shows up , unexpectedly , to repair the gate leading out onto the lane . His wife , who goes everywhere with him , sits smiling in the passenger seat of their white van . As he welds she gets out and stands in her apron , arms crossed , looking on adoringly . It would have to be said that our welder and his devoted spouse are among the more bizarre characters that inhabit our little patch of paradise .
In the evening it rains . The recently excavated garden turning into a sea of muddy glop . Wilf is delighted . He looks towards the sea of mud as if to say " your present circumstances don't determine where you can go ; they merely determine where you start " .