I was harassed by [tag-tec]Villeneuve[/tag-tec]’s village idiot today in the post office.  Even after he realised I was English he would not leave me alone, standing in my space so I had to keep moving, repeating his sentences, pulling up his grubby T-shirt as he was warm and smelling like he could do with a good bath.  He had come in behind me and as there were 3 customers in front, I had to endure this for quite a while.  When it was at last my turn, he promptly stepped in front of me and got served first.  This, actually, was probably not a bad thing for me but I was surprised the Post Master did not make any comment.  Perhaps he thought it best to keep this local sweet.