'The font' heads off to London . "Would you like to come along ? We could go to the ballet ". Angus wonders aloud what the troops would have thought if they were told that in a hundred years time their valour would be the subject of a creative dance routine. '' I'll take that as a no " says 'the font'.
Angus choses wine for Easter lunch. With no one to hurry him along there's plenty of time to linger over this most important of tasks. The PON duo wait behind the counter with the wine merchant while Angus gets the car and loads it up at the front door. Bob looks disappointed there are no sausages.
Madame Bay shows up. It's hot and she's draped in white chiffon. A poster girl for net curtains. There's been a power cut at the Bay residence and the saintly septuagenarian, plus two grandchildren, has popped round to make sure Angus is managing on his own. In reality she's come to watch her favourite daytime soap - Diagnosis Murder. Programme over she announces '' Well I don't have all day to hang around ". She shepherds the grandchildren into the gold metallic 'Wild Child' voiturette and vanishes.
'The font' enjoys the ballet. Angus opens a bottle of Pomerol. The PON's chase pigeons. Madame Bay has had her daily dose of Dick van Dyke. Everyone is happy.
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The Pomerol sounds promising. I have been trying to wrap my tongue around 'Chantalouette'. Easy when I am sitting here behind the computer. Hilarious if I ever actually have the occasion to ask for it.
How lovely that Madame Bay feels comfortable enough to pop around and utilise the facilities.
How are Bob and Sophie with the grandchildren?
Teena & Merlin
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Hope there's enough Pomerol to last for the whole Easter season.
XXXOOO Bella & Roxy
Although Bob would have been even happier with a morsel of sausage to chew.
Pomerol looks good. I enjoyed some 05 Reserve de la Comtesse the other day.
All sounds idyllic to me and I hope the illicit croissant made up for the lack of sausage at the wine shop.
Madame Bay clearly views us as house sitters.
Bob and Sophie are slowly but surely getting used to visitors. Our worry is if Bob thinks someone is attacking his sister. We keep an eye on them.
Maybe it's an age thing but a Pomerol seems to drink better, younger, than other Bordeaux.
A half croissant soothes many of lifes disappointments.
A hope shared here too.
Sophie aussi.
Make sure you leave back some Pomerol for the Font when she returns from the ballet.
I find it amazing that out of the entire village, that the ROF is the first place Madame Bay thinks of to visit when there is a power cut at her home. I guess she feels at home there. I have to say it...some women can't live without their daily soap opera fix....smile.
My mum on the other hand would have said...familiarity breeds contempt.
The entire post had me laughing out loud. I hope 'The font' enjoyed the ballet.
A ballet about WW1 somehow just doesn't seem right.
Three of my great uncles were killed in France and no doubt died a horrible death after a miserable time. The youngest was only seventeen and was, like most of them, a not overly bright, very unsophisticated country lad.
I'm not sure if a ballet really pays tribute to his short and hard life, or whether it's just cashing in. I suspect he would never have had the chance to see a ballet himself, even if he had lived to a ripe old age.
I fear this is an anniversary year that will see much more of this sort of thing.
It was 'innovative' .
I never did see or read how Madame Bay came to be the housekeeper. Did she come with the house when you bought it? I'm glad that in the end everyone was happy!
Madame Bay has 'looked after' the house for at least 35 years. We are just the third in line of owners who come and go. Despite the fact she's retired that doesn't stop her from keeping a watchful eye on the place !
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