Sunday morning. First stop the bakers. There are croissant crumbs for the angelic duo.
Then the cheesemongers. Some tiny slivers of alluring St. Nectaire. Bob does his soft shoe shuffle routine.
The cheesemonger has some of that most exotic of imports - Cheddar. He asks me if I've ever tried it.
Angus would spend longer in the wine merchants but Bob and Sophie consider it to be the dullest part of the Sunday morning shopping expedition. They fidget.
Back at home Bob is ready for whatever the day holds in store.
His sister is keen to get into the kitchen and watch lunch being prepared.
In the afternoon Bob and his master join the local farmers in the newly erected beer tent to watch Scotland against Australia. The game starts well. Sadly, the emphasis is on the word ''starts'. Bob chews contentedly on a piece of rope gifted by the man with the green Combine Harvester.
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Oh but the game so nearly ended well too. Bertie is devastated.
Surely with you and Bob rooting for them, Scotland should have made more of an effort !
That Cheddar cheese doesn't look very tasty, Angus - it's rather too yellow. But why buy that when there are so many other tempting flavours to consider. Bliss is being let loose in a French Cheese mongers !!
Hmmmmmm croissants and 'angelic' in the same sentence.... (Cheddar is about the ONLY choice of cheese we have.)
Now, wouldn't you be angelic if there were croissant crumbs on offer?
Watching a rugby match or chewing on a bit of rope?....I'm with the Bobster! :-)
Cakes, cheese, wine, oh dear, I'm drooling!
Gosh that was a tough game. It's an interesting tournament so far.
Julie Q
Baked goods, cheese, wine and the PON's, what could make a day better? Oh yes, a win for Scotland.
Agreed...the colour of the cheddar looks more like a Red Leicester on my screen.
Wow, at that price for the cheddar ($20+ a pound?) I hope it's good and from Wisconsin!
(Kim, Life at Golden Pines)
Here in the land of limited and too-yellow cheddars [sigh] I am PONdering the difference, if any, in the meaning of "monger" and "merchant." Does one imply that the seller is also the producer?
Never thought of it til now but Cheesemonger and ironmonger must be old English.
I'm afraid my Somerset hackles rise at the sight of that orange "Cheddar". Real Cheddar, so I've always been told, is made from the evening milking of the cows of Earl Waldegrave grazed on the southern slopes of the Mendips - and it isn't orange!
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