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A short work, novella in length, set in, assumed to be rural Belgium sometime after WWII. The two main characters are Silvester and Margriet, childless couple, married 22 years, who spend their day and night lying in bed, eating dry bread and living off the government dole. Margriet lives in terror of another war. Silvester lives fairly happily in his head. He is mostly content with things as they are. They really are deadbeats, they don't have a clock or a calendar, no work and no ambition. The title really fits them. There are some good quotes that I will either find now or add later but the author also uses a lot of animals to paint pictures, such as;
"The wind had been blowing from the west for four days, rolling in a dark moaning flood over the flat expanse behind the town. It howled like a wild animal in the neighbouring plantation, above which the crows flapped restlessly with slow, heavy wingbeats, and on the football field it whipped under the corrugated-iron roofs of the stand with a thunderous noise."
"He saw her drooping shoulders and long scraggy neck, and it was as if it were not his wife he was looking at, but the wind in the shape of a dog--a big, rough-coated, tame mongrel, with its forepaws on the window-sill."
"He looked at the women's waving veils, at the few open umbrellas floating in front of him between the rows of tombstones; they reminded him of the black dripping backs of seals."