Saturday, September 6, 2014
Head out, rump in.
Bobs favourite position is head out of the front door, rump in the hallway. This way he can monitor all the comings and goings at the Rickety Old Farm house. 'The font' exits by way of the kitchen door. This causes much consternation. There's a ' how did that happen ? ' furrowing of the eyebrows.
The beefsteak fungus in the tree stump continues to grow. If it carries on growing like this it'll soon be a side of beef fungus. Sophie loves this foul, olfactory delight.
The lady with the beehive hairdo arrives at the gate . '' I'm so glad you're home. There's a talk in the Salle des Fetes tomorrow night. A man's coming from the prefecture. You will be able to come ? ". The final sentence said with enough desperation to make us agree we'll be there. The invites were supposed to have been sent out ten days ago but somehow our new village secretary has forgotten to send them. She's unsure what the talk is about.