Bob is up and about bright and early. Sophie isn't. She comes to the front door wearing her '' Do you know what time it is ? " look. Once again I start the day surprised at just how different brother and sister are.
By the time she's harnessed up Miss Grump has turned into Miss Charming. She bestows a pre-breakfast kiss on her owners cheek. Bob has no time for public displays of affection. He exudes seriousness.
In the little market town a large crowd has gathered.
The Toulouse Ferrari Club have stopped off for breakfast in the Square. Despite the early hour it seems that every male from the age of eight to eighty-eight is there. Farmers wives comment on the sports cars impracticality and tut. The Ferraris decidedly less practical than the white Peugeot vans that are the standard means of transportation in these parts. A real clash of civilizations.
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We're with Bob and Sophie there - we're not fans of noisy Italian sports cars either. (Or noisy Italians !) Our chosen mode of transport is a little Peugeot - it gets us everywhere we want to go. Did Bob get a chance to show who's boss, and de-noise the Ferrari's, or were their tyres a no-go area?
The first, and I think only, time I ever saw a Ferrari parked on our street in Aberdeen was also the first (but not the only) time Hamish 'christened' a car tyre....
Cheers! Gail.
Bob was too upset by the crowds and the noise to concentrate on 'de-threating'.
What little Peugeots lack in style they make up for in practicality !
Having spent most of a very frustrating weekend in Nottingham trying to get my mother's old Peugeot 206 fixed so it passes its MOT second time around, personally I am not so convinced about the practicality aspect either...
I think Sophie that may have just felt it was too much testosterone for her so early in the morning.
Our pothole ridden streets would make short work of the Italian noise makers. I hope the income generated by their visit offsets the headaches induced by their engines roar.
Angus, you are quite hard on Sophie. Her hair, she sleep habits, her sweet kiss. Shame.
No need to feel sorry for Sophie. She has got the running of the household exactly as she wants it !
She doesn't do crowds well.
I think Sophie would love to be seat-belted into the passenger seat of one of those red Ferraris and zoom across the countryside with the wind in her hair!
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