A man with a Lenin beard accompanied by a morose lad in blue overalls arrive to take down the Christmas lights on the town hall. The man with the Lenin beard parks the truck with the hydraulic arm while the young man slowly lays out a row of bollards. Satisfied that everything is in order they then disappear into the cafe under the arcades for an early morning libation. When we drive back into town at eleven o'clock the truck is still where they'd left it but there is no sign of the two 'operatives'.
Here, in the village, the Old Farmers Christmas star glows merrily away. This year the stark simplicity of the star has been augmented by three rows of flashing lights, two in colour, one in white, which have been wrapped around the railings on his balcony. There is no sign that the star, or the twinkling lights, are about to come down.
'The font' has headed off to Paris. Bob and Sophie will be having bacon, sausage and egg for dinner. Sophie seems delighted at the prospect, Bob seems to be less sure.
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So the flexible French approach to timekeeping extends to the date of Twelfth night then?
I am sure bacon, sausage and egg will be an instant hit with Bob.
I am always a little sad when the christmas lights are taken down, but I feel there is simply something wrong with them remaining in place after 6 Jan.
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Maybe the joined the Absinthe crowd.....
We'd love sausage, bacon and egg.
XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy
The Christmas lights were still up and fully working when we left our little village on 12th January. Our neighbour says they usually come down when somebody remembers them at the end of January!
I can wholeheartedly agree with the title of the post.
After forty years of working with the general public in an advisory capacity I can confirm that most people only hear what you say if it's what they want to hear or matches what their neighbour/friend/auntie told them before they came for the advice !!
What? Unsure about bacon, egg, and sausage, Bob? Remy would like to have a word with you.
Trust me, Bob, you'll love it!
Poor Bob, one of his flock has gone missing and no brussels for tea, what's a PON gonna do ?
Right on. Even if its burnt ( as it probably will be ) he'll still manage to enjoy it.
Edward and Apple had a taste of grits for their breakfast this morning.
Methinks they shall want more tomorrow morning.
Life in the South.
Turnip Greens the Georgia version of Brussel Sprouts ?
Bacon, sausage and egg for dinner.....wow...when the "Font" is away Angus will play.
Love the photo of Bob peeking out from under the table....so darn cute.
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