Sunday, June 19, 2016

Delight.


Six in the morning. Bob is the first out. His sister close behind. Sophie lets out a high pitched squeal of delight. She does this every morning. Now they're three and a half years old you'd think that the excitement of starting a new day might have begun to wear off. Not a bit of it. The PONs know that THIS is going to be the best day ever.


Into the little market town. We park by the river and walk up the High Street. Lots of lamp posts to sniff and christen. There are dark shop doorways to explore. 

Some window dresser has a sense of humour.


To the bakers. We buy half a dozen of the days specials. The PONs get given some slivers of flaky pastry. Sophie lets out her second involuntary squeak of delight.


On our way home we pass a ceremony at the War Memorial. The anniversary of General de Gaulles radio broadcast from London. A very old soldier, supported by the local member of parliament and a smart ADC, reads out the words of the broadcast.


The Song of the Partisans is sung, followed by wreath laying and then the Marseillaise. As the band strikes up the first chord of the national anthem a tramp and his dog appear. The dog, affably but unceremoniously, wanders into the middle of the ceremony. It gets glared at by the men in uniform. The tramp makes frantic whistling noises to call it back. The dog rolls on its back and ignores the uniformed men and its owner.

Bob isn't interested in this new arrival but Sophie suddenly becomes alert to another canine presence. It's a this point Angus thinks it might be a good idea to load the PONs into the back of the car. Dog owners can sense when a family diva is about to protest about being upstaged.


The weather still changeable. Sophie opts for a morning of sitting on her garden table barking at the wind.


So passes a Sunday in deepest, deepest France profonde.


15 comments:

  1. Sophie upstaged? Never !
    There would be more than a squeak of delight from me if I was offered one of those cakes !

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    1. Sophie interrupting a French memorial ceremony for General de Gaulle ? How many years would the owner be sentenced to ?

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    2. Deportation to Devil's Island ?? Or worse - listening to a continual loop of the entire collection of Barry Manilow's greatest hits?

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  2. A somber moment, once again changed by that "canine independence!"

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    1. The insousciance of free spirits.

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  3. Dogs march to the beat of their own drums....no frantic whistles can impede on their canine enjoyment. They have a way of doing "their own thing" at the most inappropriate times.
    Thanks for the laugh this morning Angus.

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    1. Some of the attendees clearly didn't have your understanding of the canine psyche.

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  4. We should all approach our day as if it were the "best day ever!"

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  5. Just wrote a comment and then realised Coppa's girl's comment started with exactly the same three words, and also preempted my sentiment regarding the cake!
    Cheers, Gail.

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    1. Great minds think alike.

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    2. Thank you Angus, I'm honoured - I know what an erudite gentleman Bouncing Bertie is.

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  6. Sounds like Sophie has trained you well.

    Those little cakes look a bit like the plastic food found in Japanese restaurants as a menu.

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  7. Have loved your blog for a long time ...
    I love how the Pons always remind "me" to also have the Best Day Every !!
    Thanks So Much. :)

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  8. Awww those cakes look awesome. Please tell us they tasted good.

    Pats to the Pons.

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