Friday, February 24, 2012
Rivers of Babylon.
This morning the waitress tears Wilfs illicit half croissant into bite sized pieces and feeds them to him . She chats away to the family fellow quite unselfconciously . Angus reads the paper .
Wilf returns from the morning croissant run to find all the windows thrown wide open and music blaring out across the village green . Madame Bay has returned from her snow induced exile . Gold metallic ' Wild Child ' voiturette parked jauntily in the courtyard.
Boney M day on Radio Nostalgie. Madame Bay, hoover in front , sways down the upper corridor to the sound of Rivers of Babylon . Watching her , I can't help but feel that there must have been a time when she was quite a girl. Madame Bay doesn't speak a word of English but this doesn't stop her from singing along , lustily, with each track. Her take on Boney M's ' When a Child is Born ' particularly inventive . Wilf attempts to retreat to the quiet of the library but receives a passionate kiss before he can make good his escape.
Bees busy on the window boxes on the terrace. Scores of them buzzing round the hyacinths. I watch one of them, head down, drinking pollen for a full five minutes. It emerges drunk with joy. Sometimes you're brought up with a jolt by the simplest of things. Bye Bye Winter. Hello Spring . Wilf celebrates by falling asleep in the sun.