Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Recycled tablecloths.


We're the first ones up in the village. It's hot and although early, uncomfortably humid. The PONs think it's wonderful. Bob chases pigeons . Sophie hunts for guano. I explain the word Covfefe to Bob. 


After a forty minute walk we're back home by six thirty. The PONs rush through the gate into the courtyard. As I'm just closing the gate a baby deer, probably two days old at most, appears on the lane. At first I think it's a small dog. It's wandered away from its mother who follows it out of the tall wheat, sees me and panics. She kicks her back legs and quickly retreats. Baby deer, after an eternity of indecision that must have lasted all of five seconds, leaps over the drainage ditch and follows her back into the safety of the tall stalks.


In the chocolate shop a pile of small woolen sacks. They're for a christening. Little 'Eric' is being confirmed in the church on the 10th. '' Everyone who attends will get a chocolate memento. It's a very French tradition " says the fifty something Goth lady behind the counter. For good measure she adds '' It's a tradition that's both charming and correct ". The French are very keen on things being 'correct'. This morning the Goth lady has forsaken black and is clothed from head to toe in white lace. The lace sun hat a particularly memorable feature. There is something about a grown woman in thickly layered white lace that is ever so slightly unsettling. Angus has a sneaking suspicion she may be wearing recycled table cloths.


Wild mangoes from India and Colombia in the greengrocers this morning.Can mango aficionado's tell the difference?


Cheddar, for the French that most exotic of foreign cheeses, makes it back onto the supermarket cheese counter after an absence of three months. Will it still be on sale after Brexit  ?


The Japanese do things differently : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIh15Ptymyg





11 comments:

WFT Nobby said...

I had long been wondering what to do with the tablecloth that was a wedding present to my parents, from a close friend of Dad's who owned a Nottingham lace factory (and which featured in Hamish's most famous escapade).
Cheers! Gail.

Coppa's girl said...

Thank goodness the baby deer found it's way back to mum. It would have been traumatic had it followed you and the dogs into the garden.
One could just imagine the gestures motorists would make in reply, if something similar happened on a motorway in the UK !

Bella Roxy & Macdui said...

May have to use that strategy to merge in Sydney! Watched a show on Crowdie cheese today. All we seem to have is cheddar type cheese.

Virginia said...

Are you going to conduct a scientific double-blind study comparing the mangoes Angus? The promise of chocolate mementoes may keep the little quiet during the interminable service, perhaps?

Taste of France said...

Will you explain covfefe to us, please? Everyone seems bewildered.

Julie said...

Are you allowed to gatecrash a confirmation for the chocolate? I'm sure I'm sure I have a white tablecloth somewhere

Swan said...

Maybe Bob can explain covfefe to me

rottrover said...

It's from an early morning Trump Tweet; he misspelled 'coverage'. So proud to be an American. NOT...

rottrover said...

Sophie would love such a motorcade on her next trip to the vet's in Toulouse!

Unknown said...

The florist’s display is charming.
What good fortune: a baby donkey and a baby deer! What next?

Emm said...

With white gloves, no less!
It seems an improvement over the enormous motorcades with tank-like vehicles favored elsewhere.