Sunday, July 17, 2011
A thousand reasons to smile .
" What do you feed your roses on ? " asks the prim retired generals wife as she conducts a whirlwind tour of inspection . ' Oh , nothing. They just seem to love it here ' I reply , neglecting to mention the fact that they're planted on top of the leaky two hundred year old septic tank . She seems satisfied with this answer and , after a glass of wine and some more staccato questions she leaves , having met the strange couple who bought the rickety old farmhouse . Unexpected visitors . One of the joys of living in a French village .
The privacy panels are now up and painted . The view into the hallway at least partially shielded from the occasional tourist that drives past , mouth agape . One tiny design flaw . The tractor and combine harvester drivers who account for the bulk of the traffic just look over the top of the gate.
' There's no flesh on you ' says ' the font ' to Wilf while looking for a place to inject his early morning insulin . Wilf lies on the kitchen floor uncomplaining and happy , as he does every morning , oblivious to his , now accelerating , weight loss . The PON creed - 'when life gives you a hundred reasons to cry , show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile ' .