Wednesday, March 7, 2012
It's snowing in Paris. Here the sun shines down from a cloudless sky . ' The font ' heads off to take ' granny font ' on a tour of the Cotswolds . Wilf and Angus head off on their morning bakery run .
Wilf still isn't interested in a breakfast croissant . He ignores the waitress and curls himself up under the table . Within minutes he's snoring happily away. Morning lethargy a side effect of the new medication . Angus reads the paper. It's Presidential election time here in France and the two leading candidates are saying rude things about each other . By comparison British public life remains a haven of propriety .
The plumber comes et eleven . He was due last week. The well has already run dry . To be more precise it's not recovered from last years drought . The plumber suggests running a line from the village pond .'' Everyone does it ". Angus looks doubtful. The plumber promises to come back later this week to replace the guttering on the corner of the roof by the palm tree. Angus wonders whether it would be politic to tell him that he's been promising to do that for the last ten months.
In the afternoon a leisurely stroll. Fifteen , unhurried , minutes of ferreting for pigeon guano in front of the church followed by a twenty minute walk down by the stream . Wilf trots along. A bright " I've got nothing to do today but smile " look on his face . He's in a good place .