We took the telephone number to an elderly French lady of our marachel ferrant/ blacksmith. We met her at the supermarket a couple of days ago and she explained that since her husband (who Malc knew very well from playing boule) had died the donkey he loved was very lonely on his own and needed his sabots/ hooves trimming. I said i would try and find a new home for him when she could bear to part with him. A castrated male who loves walks and is adorable.( sounds like Malc without the castration)
Today we went to say hello to Ignace the donkey in Verfeil and give her the telephone number.
Then on to Charleys for our Thursday lunch.
Whilst we were sitting facing the window a lone figure cycled past and then cycled back, this time with a big smiley face. The next thing we knew a big Afghan came dashing into the restaurant shouting " Mamma Val. Mamma Val"
It was Delawer!
Apparently Rahim and Delawer had spotted the car in the village and wanted to invite us for lunch with them in the commune.
Delawer sat with us for awhile then dashed off to appear with a plate of chappaties. Charley the bar owner was so obliging he even offered Delawer a knife and fork to eat with us.
Delawer would not stay but we promised we would go and see them both when we had eaten lunch.
After lunch it was a pleasure to see Rahim cooking chappaties for 20 people, enjoying every minute. Delawer apparently is enjoying helping in the garden.
Both are very happy.
Do you remember these men were living on the streets of Toulouse till Anais, Jacky and I got them to the commune at Verfeil.
In the photo of the three young men are Rahim and Delawer with one of the young French men of the commune.
Malc and I left the village on a high after seeing the results of a bit of " jiggery pokererie"
Do you know what I mean by that?
