Thursday, April 12, 2012
Me ? No !
All the supermarket check-outs, bar one , busy . I push up the trolley, smile and cheerfully ask " Are you open Madame ? " . ' Me ? No ! The till yes ' , comes the frosty reply . Gallic disdain. One irascible lady . The rest of our interaction conducted in silence.
Grey skies. Scudding clouds . Wilf has a long afternoon saunter along the road that snakes through the valley . He signals it's time to go home by lying in the long grass, rolling on his back and then falling fast asleep . Life in deepest France Profonde . The sound of trickling stream, chattering birds and an old snoring PON.