Friday, April 13, 2012
Plenty left .
A large truck with orange flashing lights and an extendable ladder arrives on the village green . Three men in blue overalls spend an hour arranging billboards and pasting up posters . It's the first round of the French Presidential elections on the 22nd . The mayor arrives to supervise. They ignore him . From the efficiency and evenhandedness of the operation this must have been paid for and organized by the government . Wilf and yours truly wander over to join the mayor. Wilf christens the first , third, and seventh billboards . Others left for tomorrow and the day after.
To the garden centre. Wilf happily asleep in the back of the car . The green vases bought last year haven't turned out to be the promised bargain . The cold weather in February has done for the glaze. The sales lady only has two of the genuine , frost resistant, Anduze vases in stock . We need four . '' I can't order any more " she gruffly informs us . '' Take them or leave them ". With a shrug of the shoulders she's off. Duty done . The wonders of French retailing . Angus wonders whether she means ' can't ' or ' can't be bothered ' .
A rough night with Wilf. The mischief inside him reminding us it can be tamed but not cured. This morning dog and owner both in need of sleep. Dog left to slumber on at the foot of the stairs . Owner goes off alone . The waitress asks if I'd like Wilfs half croissant . Much hilarity all round . That miraculous power of dog to make you laugh .