Italian week at the supermarket . An uninspiring display of dried pasta and boxes of rubbery cakes filled with chocolate flavoured butter cream.The locals look singularly unimpressed.
The supermarket has twenty checkouts. At lunchtime only one of them is open. The queue of 'white van' men buying a baguette snakes into the aisles. To save time 'the font' goes to the Welcome Desk and tries to register for the swipe and pay service. The unsmiling young woman behind the desk stops doing her nails, types something into the computer in front of her, then announces " Sorry love. You don't shop here regularly enough to qualify ". The young woman then goes back to doing her nails.
Thursday night. Every owl in the neighbourhood gathers in the garden. Bob is quiet until 3.03 am when he decides to greet them. Sophie pipes up shortly after. It turns into a lets howl with the owls night. Over it all the Old Farmers Christmas Star shines away.
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Next time, make a recording please!
The last 3 days in the early morning hours I have heard the owls as well, and seen them twice--And according to the Christmas star, 'tis the season!
'Welcome Desk'......what a misnomer that is...
XXXOOO Daisy, Bella &Roxy
So Bob has added 'Owl' to his list of languages spoken.
He's so talented.
No Italian Valentine cakes?
Seems as if the service personnel in France are related to the ones here on the island.
I can hear the PON duo from way over here with their howl-a-thon....how happy they must be singing up a storm at 3.03am.
Happy Weekend to you all.
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