Friday, November 23, 2012
With Christmas barely a month away a garish cardboard grotto makes an appearance in the local supermarket . A festive touch sandwiched in between the baguette stand and the sausage counter. Underneath a large ' Grotte de Noel ' sign a white plastic deckchair with a red velour cushion. Santa's royal throne. The magic of the season.
'The font ' heads back to London to do the Christmas shopping. '' Are you sure you don't want to come ? " . Angus is quite sure.
Madame Bay pops in for half an hour to try out the new hoover. '' M'Ongoose .C'est magnifique. It makes me feel like a princess ". For a moment Angus thinks this comment might be ironic but there is nothing whatsoever ironic about the sight of our saintly sepatguenarian waltzing contentedly down the hallway with a cordless hoover as a partner. My cords are gone at last I'm free !
Five in the afternoon a delivery van arrives. '' I've driven a long way to get here " says the driver . Angus thinks that's what delivery men are supposed to do but keeps this thought to himself. '' Sign here, here and here. Print your name there ". ' Four signatures ? ' I ask . '' No. Three signatures and print your name there like I said " comes the brisque response.
Amid much muttering a cardboard box is unloaded from the back of the van . Indian spices . A delayed aftershock from ' the fonts ' cooking course in Delhi. Alien sounding ingredients.