Saturday, March 31, 2012
Miracles never cease.
Saturday morning . A busy day ahead . Wilf and owner bump into the plumber on the pavement outside the cafe . '' Bonjour M'Ongoose. I'll be along later this morning to work on the pipes . Just got another job to do first " . He holds up a wrench by way of proof . In the cafe the joiner greets me like a long lost friend and offers to buy me a coffee. '' I've not forgotten you M'Ongoose . Are you around this afternoon ? ". Miracles , as they say, never cease. Angus quickly replies in the affirmative . Life in rural France has taught him never to turn down a meeting with a local tradesman . You never know when , or if , you'll see them again . While Angus chats, Wilf gets his half croissant .
Home to find the gold metallic ' Wild Child ' voiturette parked , at a jaunty angle , on the lane . The unrepaired front wing still without a headlight. The after effects of a run in with a bollard outside the greengrocers. Madame Bay has returned safely from her retired gendarmes trip to Athens. The sound of high pitched girlish laughter emanating from the breakfast room . '' It was wonderful M'Ongoose. Simply wonderful ' . Angus gets a passionate embrace while Wilf gets kissed on top of his head. ''Oh ! Mon p'tit chouchou". This comment meant, presumably, for Wilf . Dog and owner quickly retire to the quiet of the library leaving ' the font ' and our white chiffoned septaguenarian to discuss the dangerous, and quite probably lethal, 'Vesuvius' in the kitchen.