Conversations with My Gardener Page #3

The customers

didn't want him at the oven.

He went into medicine.

Now he's a nurse for loonies.

They don't care about the smell.

And the bread?

I'm coming to that.

The bread was his father.

Old Raguet dropped dead last night.

I talked to him yesterday.

He was just a little pale

from the flour on his face,

but no more.

He was found

nose down in the croissants.

- So no bread.

- No.

- Known a "Double Bill"

- Why?

He was always repeating.

"Morning, morning".

"Nice day, nice day."

He did drink though.

He'd say,

"Water and flour make glue."

"Glue."

And this morning

nose down in the croissants.

Excuse me.

Hello.

No. I was talking with my gardener.

With a friend, I mean.

You don't know him.

Yes, he's a specialist.

Specialist.

Three days a week.

Yes, very happy.

And you?

I'll write a cheque then.

Yes, I insist.

How much?

Oh! That much.

No, like I said. I insist.

Yes, all right.

I'm painting... half-heartedly.

I'm daubing.

Daubing a few landscapes.

Yes, I'm getting by.

No, I'm coping.

The neighbour comes in...

and does the housework,

the grub, the shopping.

What's the neighbour like?

You're being a pain!

It's hard.

Hard to live with her,

hard to leave her.

Is your wife jealous?

She has no reason to be.

- Have you been married long?

- Ha!

Coming up for 27 years.

Royan every year?

How do you do it?

Nice too.

Every year?

Yes. Off-season, mind.

It's cheaper.

All the same. Royan every year.

Nice every year.

We go back every year.

We've got our routine.

We arrive, leave the cases.

The owner recognises us,

it's booked each year,

it's clean and comfortable.

The wife's happy.

- You stay long?

- Two weeks.

But don't worry about the garden.

It's the high season.

Don't worry

the garders your kingdom.

Whether you're there or not.

But tell me...

you must know Nice, by now.

How do you rate it?

I'd say... it's lovely... it's...

it's blue...

and big all around.

Every morning the wife and I

plonk ourselves by the sea.

She puts oil all over herself

and I sit next to her.

- What do you do?

- Look at her.

- Is the Promenade des Anglais nice?

- Oh yes.

Oh yes. First we do it in one direction,

then in the other.

You see people,

I don't know if they're English!

They may be,

but as nobody talks...

it's very quiet,

just frail old folk.

So tanned they look like Indians.

Then we go back for meals.

You have to be on time.

But you can have

all the starters you want.

Then we have a nap.

Quiet.

We wake at 5.

Back to the promenade.

We stop and sit on the bench

to look at the sea.

It's nice.

It makes you want to go.

Best be getting on.

I'll bring bread

from the baker on the estate.

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