Saturday, July 5, 2014
The best laid plans .....
It started off happily enough. The village green crowded with avid football fans. Madame Bay an imposing cutlet flipping figure in a red, white and blue turban, The mayors wife in a humorous tricoleur wig. The Old Farmer in his voluminous shorts, black socks, string vest and cowboy hat. Within half an hour the party has become a subdued affair. After much biting of nails France lose 1-0 to Germany. Sensibly,the German billionaires in their chateau on top of the hill, maintain a dignified ( and prudent ) silence.
By eleven the barbecues have been hosed down and packed away. The depressive accordionist and the 'band' with its repertoire of children's favourites do their best to generate a party spirit , but to no avail. It takes more than a chorus of Puff the Magic Dragon to get the villagers feet tapping. The last of the farmers leaves a little after midnight. Before she goes Madame Bay offers her considered opinion. '' Our boys weren't prepared for that dreadful heat ".
Bob and Sophie are oblivious to the football. They get to taste the lady with the beehive hairdo's '' gourmet burger " . Bob decides this is what he should be eating every day. He devours it with relish. Sophie, who has slipped into her angel dog routine, clearly concurs.
A little Ingrid Bergman movie clip added with the comment that you can't beat the old ones :