Saturday, October 27, 2012
The rain falls and the wind blows. The sort of Atlantic storm that strips the leaves from the trees and fills the gutters. The gentlemen from Electricite de France decide that the weathers too inclement to continue laying the cabling to the village hall. They show up for a site inspection at eight , have a cigarette and are nowhere to be seen by eight twenty. In the absence of the utility workers we have power all day and night.
Madame Bay arrives . The ' Wild Child ' voiturette scattering gravel as it comes to an abrupt halt in the courtyard. Radio Nostalgie is having a Billy Joel morning. ' Uptown girl ' evidently an absolute favourite of our saintly septaguenarian . She can be seen in the upstairs hallway pushing the hoover with her right hand while waving her left hand, minstrel fashion, vigourously backwards and forwards. Every so often she kicks her left leg out and rotates through 360 degrees . A beturbaned image of happiness in a quilted housecoat.
Real crysanthemums make an appearance in the supermarket car park. Inside, the day-glo plastic variety are flying off the shelves. Above it all the dinky little power generating windmills outside the fast food restaurant are whirring merrily away. Angus wonders if they're supposed to emit a high pitched hum as they generate.
The fiftieth anniversary of the Cuban missile crisis. As a seven year old Angus remembers his delight at being sent home early from school. Presumably there was no mention of the fact that we were being sent back to await Armageddon. Did they really make us practise hiding under our desks in case ' the bomb ' fell ?