Saturday, November 24, 2012
WD40, swivelling heads and the star.
First light. The old farmer arrives at the gate in search of a can of WD40. '' Salut, M'Ongoose, Salut ! I'm putting up the Christmas star ". In front of his garage door a chaotic tangle of wire, metal poles and coloured lightbulbs. Pilots on their final approach into Toulouse airport will soon have an extra navigational aid to help them on their way.
Back from the local market town to find the front gate open. In the downstairs hallway an effusive Madame Bay demonstrating the cordless, lithium batteried hoover to four of her friends. Identikit granny's - sensible shoes, dark coats and black hats. I catch the words '' new and unique ". They coo in unison as she demonstrates the swiveling head feature.
The street lights are on all day. Angus wonders if this is anything to do with the electrical cable that now snakes down from the old farmers roof to the recently installed electrical junction box by the side of the Salle des fetes. The Christmas star powered by municipal electricity ?