A vision of loveliness greets me at the front door.
Mental note : Sophie needs a thorough grooming.
It's the Foires aux Vins at the supermarket. The twice a year sale when the French buy wines at sensible prices. Our local supermarket has 2010 Pomerols at a quarter of the price we'd pay in Edinburgh.
After lunch Bob joins me for a trip to the departmental agricultural show.
We observe a stand selling front gates with flower motifs. '' It's as if you're looking through them into a field on the other side " says the salesman with gushing certainty. Angus can't help but think that if this was real life the poppy's would be twenty feet tall. There is something strangely funereal about views of fields with giant poppy's and gathering clouds. Bob is prevented from christening the hinges. We promise ( untruthfully ) to think about buying a pair.
Some hugely overpriced, and stale, Breton pastries at the food hall. Angus takes two mouthfuls. Bob gets the rest. The man at the stall informs me 'Kouign' is pronounced 'Queen'. As in the Queen of England. We decline the chance to buy a bottle of genuine Breton mead for 45 euros.
Dog and master examine a canary yellow three wheel cross country bike. Angus marvels at its impracticality. Where would you put the shopping or the dog ? Yet another sign he's turned into his father. The target audience are probably of an age where practicality is not an attribute that's high on their list of must haves.
By the tractor park we pass a Swiss restaurant. The menu appears to be a more upmarket version of KFC. What's Swiss about it ? Bob is encouraged home before he visits the kitchen.
Loic is still at his mothers bedside. Madame Bay informs us that 'time is moving along'.
The post baby boomer young will probably make a better job of running the world than their elders.
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Hari OM
Bonjour Mlle Sophie - you look like my young cousin from OZ, just seen off on the ferry; dreadlocks!
Slainte mhath.
Funereal? Well rather a bit too 'remembrance' perhaps... sunflowers a la 'Mongoose' might be the go.
"(I) Can, (I) Am"... oh if only...
There's something very Ozzie about 'chook in a basket'; pub grub.
Have added Maman to my prayers for her rest and Loic for easement of his angst...
YAM xx
I'm sure Sophie would agree with you about the vision of loveliness. I also agree with you about the Swiss menu resembling more of a KFC dinner, minus the coleslaw and mashed potatoes.
Loved the video clip. Very hopeful.
Too elegiac is what comes to mind with the poppies gate.
Sophie looks as if she got in late.
There is something very funereal about those gates - they suggest Crematorium to me !
Everyone's ideas of a vison of loveliness are different Angus, - a smitten male PON might think Sophie is just the cat's whiskers....oh no....I shouldn't have said C-A-T-S should I?
Yes, sunflowers might be more 'uplifting'.
Kindness never gets reported .
KFC at three times the price.
That's what savaging your brother before breakfast will do to a girls hair.
It would need to be a very smitten male PON.
Those poppies make me think that next on the scene will be a green-faced woman riding a broomstick and cackling about "and your little dog, too!" And how would the PONs see the lane? Bob would need a much higher stump seat.
Great video clip. As to running the world better than their elders, that's what we used to think, too. And now look at the fine kettle of fish we're in.
We think your gate, decorated with real (intermittent) PON faces is superior.
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