Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Faith is never identical with piety.





There is no room at the inn. Or, to be more precise, there are no empty seats at the cafe under the arcades. A coach load of Belgian tourists has stopped in the market square for an early morning break. The beer and absinthe set forced inside by this foreign invasion. They can be found clustered round the pool table, silently supping their pre-breakfast lagers. The waitress is run off her feet. Today Bob and Sophie don't get their illicit, but customary, half croissant. Sophie is well aware of this change to her routine . On the way home she howls.

'' Don't worry about the car. I'll take care of it " says ' the font '. Until this point Angus hadn't been aware he needed to worry about the car. Returning from the supermarket ' the font ' has parked the little Skoda in the courtyard leaving the windows and sunroof wide open. A sudden, brief, hail laden storm has swept down from the mountains.  The seats and carpets soaked, small lakes where the footwells used to be. Sometimes ( a trick that's taken thirty five years to learn ) it's best to say nothing. 

The car doors are left open to let the inside dry out. Bob and Sophie discover that they can leap in one side and out of the other. Endless fun. When they get bored with this game they start digging.

15 comments:

WFT Nobby said...

You can rely on Bob and Sophie to find the silver lining. And presumably Sophie forgot all about the shocking earlier lack of half a croissant...

Bella Roxy & Macdui said...

Leaping through the drying car with muddy feet adds extra fun!

XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy

Louise said...

Sophie howled? That is just so sweet and funny. Poor thing.

The post yesterday was just magical. I could SEE Sophie watching the dragon fly. If you don't write (real proper published) books you should.

Hmm, I think I have just learned something. The font is a genius. Next time I have done something (or not done something) that I shall be rectifying but that my husband either should know about or is going to find out about anyway I shall start my sentence with "don't worry about ..."

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...

Sophie has learned another life's lesson; that the unexpected changes in routine can be disappointing.

VirginiaC said...

Oh how she howleth with displeasure......oh how I love Sophie.
Once again, "Don't worry about the car."

Kari said...

The car's interior will be nice and refreshed once properly dried......we hope....

Fat Dormouse said...

What?! No croissant? Unthinkable horror! No wonder Sophie showed her displeasure

houndstooth said...

No croissant? Oh, Sophie, sometimes the world is cruel.

I am happy to know that at some point, some wisdom does kick in. There might be hope for my husband yet. We're only about halfway to thirty five years, though...

Angus said...

Give it another seventeen or eighteen years !

tammy j said...

i love you guys.

Angus said...

It's the electronics I'm worried about. They were idiosyncratic at the best of times.

Jo's World said...

Use of the indoor/outdoor vac might speed things up just a little, too!

Jo and Stella

Anonymous said...

The beer and absinthe crowd must have stomachs lined with iron. Our local morning crowd favour red wine and Ricard.
Can't imagine how the open car acrobatics enhanced the upholstery. I hope their digging commenced afterwards and not during!
x

Emm said...

Be sure to take up the floor mats and dry them separately. Let the flooring under them dry thoroughly. Voice of experience.

Katherine said...

To keep the marriage flowing
With love from the loving cup
Whenever you're wrong, admit it.
Whenever you're right, shut up.

Ogden Nash