Thursday, December 15, 2011
A plural concept.
Driving rain and storm force winds. Wilf wanders out for a pit stop and returns looking like the dog who's never been groomed in his life . Sodden and blow dried at one and the same time . While the gale rages around us the old trooper opts for a lengthy doze.
Late afternoon . Four firemen in full uniform arrive at the front door. Wilf wakes from his slumbers and barks at them half heartedly. They've come to sell their Christmas calendar. I give them €25 . Best to keep on the right side of the emergency services . Why they need to come as a team is a mystery of French life .
The firefighters seem to be in no rush to leave so I ask them if they would like a Christmas drink . They most certainly would. An hour and a half later it's evident that ' Christmas drink ' in France is a plural concept. Wilf settles down in front of the fire , the centre of attention. Our governments may be at loggerheads but some , most , aspects of Franco-British relations are thriving.