Friday, October 12, 2012
The workmen come to lay a new power supply to the village hall. One huge drum of electric cable , four large rolls of red tubing and a mechanical digger deposited unceremoniously in the middle of the village green . The workmen then leave. The mayor , who has been pruning the acacia trees, scurries across to ask them when they'll be back. The workmen shrug their shoulders.
Time to clear out the village pond. Two large and very jovial gentlemen in rubber wadders arrive after lunch. They fill the back of their truck with bindweed. The frogs grumble noisily and hop off into the surrounding fields. Thousands of them. Almost like a small biblical plague. A touch of the pharaonic here in deepest France profonde.
This is good for a smile on a Friday morning . ( Go to the 3.00 minute mark if you want to cut to the chase ) :