Sunday, August 7, 2011
The movie .
Monsieur Bay and his colleagues from the retired gendarmes club were a little late in starting the movie . It was supposed to be shown at nine but a misplaced extension lead , a temperamental projector and a healthy intake of Madam Bays armagnac and cinammon punch combined to delay things until nine forty five . Once underway things went swimmingly until an unexpected gust of wind , on what was an otherwise still and humid night , blew down the screen . After hurried consultations and a brief intermission the screening of the ' rib tickler ' continued using the village hall wall .
Seven on Sunday morning . The mayor, the deputy mayoress and the convenor of the beautiful highways committee are standing talking in the middle of the village green . Last minute instructions for the great day . Wilf , wanders over , smells the mayors shoes and is only prevented from christening them by an ever watchful ' font '.