Friday, November 11, 2011
11 / 11 / 11 .
An early start to our day .The mayor rings the bell at seven thirty . He forgot to put the Armistice Day flags up yesterday and is in a tiz . Could I come and help him ? So it is that early morning visitors to the village would see Angus on top of a ladder attaching three French tricolores and a small Republique Francaise crest to the front of the war memorial . At the foot of the ladder the mayor and a bemused small white polar bear stand guard.
On the other side of the village green Madame Bay and Sandrine , her hairdressing daughter , arrive to open up the village hall for the post Armistice ceremony vin d'honneur . Madame Bay is dressed for the occassion in her Dalai Lama outfit . An orange poncho , eau de nil leggings and what from a distance appear to be glittery, purple , high heels . I wave a flag at her . She waves cheerily back . '' Bonjour M'Ongoose. Bonjour Wilfee " .
Friday morning in deepest France Profonde . As Wilf might say : " I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes ".