Saturday, December 10, 2011
Swedish cuisine time .
The security staff at Toulouse airport stop Angus for enhanced screening. They always stop Angus for enhanced screening. A 100% hit rate . Perhaps if he wore a ' Death to America ' t-shirt instead of a suit and tie things might proceed more smoothly. He sensibly keeps this thought to himself as the doughnut shaped wand of shame is brought out and waved over him . Age has taught Angus that humour and airport security staff are best kept well separated . The gentleman with the peroxide perm , the diamond nose stud and the doughnut wand seems particularly humourless . " It's for your own protection and that of other passengers " he informs me with a curtness honed by extreme boredom. Was life always ruled by people with authority but no responsibility?
Wilf has none of these worries. In my absence it's Swedish cuisine time . Fish, fish and more fish . Some of it air dried . Riz au homard for lunch , filet de bar roti au parme et aux figues for dinner . A little mackerel with his kibbles. A late morning walk round the Friday market with ' the font '. A sliver of goats cheese from the lady at the fromagerie . Afterwards ample opportunity to christen a few car tyres . Tired out and full , he sleeps uninterruptedly through the night . As old PON's instinctively know : " Arrange whatever pieces come your way " .