Lunchtime. The mayors wife parks, engine still running, by the war memorial. She gets out, arranges her hair net , extracts a plastic carrier bag from the back seat and sets to work. Six minutes later it's all over. The 2012 village Christmas decorations are in place. The battered blue Renault without hubcaps drives off.
Mid-afternoon. We wander over to look at her handiwork . Even 'the font ' is hard put to find something positive to say. That old standby " at least she made an effort " .