Tuesday, August 16, 2011
A slippery slope .
Madame Bay is hoovering in the hall when we get back . Windows wide open, the house and village green resounding to the unmistakeable sound of her singing ' Can't take my eyes off you ' . This morphs into ' Yew jus-tew gew arachew ' in her version of it . While she hoovers Madame Bays left hand holds the chord , her right hand pushes the hoover , and her legs , or what can be seen of them under swathes of chiffon and her striped linen house coat , dart right and left in time with the music. You're either born with it or you aren't . Wilf sensibly retreats to his position by the front door .
Unable to sleep , the American professors are up early and spend their day in the town hall . They are going through the commune records . As part of the plans to raise the $200,000 to restore the village church it has been decided to write a book about the village during the First World War . The visiting professors have ' volunteered ' to put the records in some semblance of order. This , I warn them, is just the start of a slippery slope that will end up in them writing it .
For those of you who were keen to see the rustic tapenade set - here it is - from above and from the side . It is now back in the cellar .
Wilf is having a better time of things . He's sleeping pretty much all the way through . His thought for the day : " Don't refuse to go on an occasional wild goose chase - that's what wild geese are for ".