Saturday, March 9, 2013
Life meets theatre.
The two cow girls in the field across the lane look up as we return home. They seem absolutely fine . The old farmers early morning supply of hay has done the trick.
While we've been away it's been windy . Fallen branches littering the lawn . A panel on the driveway gates blown down. Madame Bay clasps her hands to her chest as if praying and tells us , with only a hint of exaggeration, the gusts were at least a hundred and fifty kilometres an hour. '' We feared for our lives M'Ongoose. We feared for our lives " . Then, to make sure we've understood the full enormity of what has happened, she makes a whistling noise and waves her arms from side to side. Life meets theatre - France profonde style. " My goodness. How frightening for you " says ' the font ' . Madame Bay nods silently.