The 'remarkable' 600 light tree went up a week ago, the Turkey has been ordered but the rest of our pre-Christmas preparations are slow to happen. This morning Angus is woken early to write Christmas cards.
The sound of the Wild Child voiturette tells us we have a visitor. Madame Bay shows up at the front door. She has bought new glasses for Christmas. They are round and red and large and sparkly. There is something of the surprised owl about her look. Angus tells her they're chic. She beams.
Next week we have promised to host the villagers for an annual pre-Christmas champagne evening. This is a chance for our neighbours to peer at the decor. The problem is that The Old Farmer wants to bring the Belgian lady and she is persona non grata with the villagers. Her ongoing battle with the horse farm has poisoned their opinion of her. ' The Font ' tells Madame Bay not to worry. We'll have two nights. One for the villagers and one for non-villagers and the Belgian lady and The Old Farmer. Madame Bay departs - mightily relieved.
Sophie and her brother join me on a walk to the little waterfall. Sophie is uninhibited in her digging. When we get back home she has developed a decidedly unkempt look. I tell her she looks chic. Tres chic.
The specialist who deals with sediment blocked pipes makes a strange gurgling noise in his throat when I explain our furnace problem. '' Sediment accretion is difficult to cure. It won't come cheap ". He tells me they'll need to drain the 10,000 litre fuel tank we've had buried in the garden and send a man down in a bio hazard suit to check the exit pipe. Angus listens to this spiel in silence but thinks to himself there is zero chance of this happening.
A picture from America. Spotted on the subway by a young doctor en route to the emergency room for the 11 pm knife and gunshot shift. A passenger wearing foot gloves. How cool is that ? 'The Font' isn't sure that cool is a word that applies to the apparel of people who ride the subway at 11.00 pm in foot gloves.
Modern day ethical dilemmas - San Francisco style. Are you for or against the robot ? :
14 comments:
The robot is pretty creepy, but maybe it's not so bad when you consider they might have used, say, Rottweilers.
I guess you can't leave your heart in San Francisco any more. And it seems more sensible to do something to help people rather than chasing them away with expensive machines.
Hope everyone keeps the dates straight for who goes to which champagne evening. I am imagining all manner of plot complications that could ensue.
Angus, your life is full of chic females!
Those foot gloves are creepy.
Cheers, Gail (hoping a simpler solution is found to the fuel pipe blockage problem...)
You are forever the diplomat organising 2 champagne evenings. Whatever would this little village do without you? Are the PONS invited to the evening?
You can be sure the PONs will be looking angelic near the blinis and smoked salmon
Foot gloves seem likely to be uncomfortable.
The pavements in SF must be very flat if a robot can operate on them.
I thought they used cameras to check such blockages these days, or is that the cheap get-out with less noughts on the end?
Will there be any blini's and smoked salmon left for your guests, if the PONs are nearby !
Happy Christmas to you and your household from a long time reader (all from your unhappy time in Italy). Whis for 2018 : good health for All Four of you - and a pic of the little waterfall which you mention often but never photograf. Looking foreward to many more tales abort the Pons . Kind regards from Denmark.. Else Marie
I thought the horse farm was enjoying peace since the romance with the Old Farmer began. Too bad. Does the village have enough non-locals to make a party?
Those "foot gloves" are supposed to give one the advantages of running barefoot (as our bodies were designed to do) without the disadvantages (injuries from broken glass, nails, etc.). As hygenic as shoes on the subway.
Hari OM
Party time at the ROF. Surely the best week ever? YAM xx
Though I do have the barefoot model of the shoes. I have enough trouble fitting shoes...much less adding a toe-fit, as well.
I'm with you Angus, on draining the fuel tank - There has to be an easier way.
I've seen what you call "glove shoes" many times. They are called "Five Finger Shoes" and are for the minimalist barefoot runner. The holistic vet that comes to our house to see Jake swears by them and says they are the most comfortable shoes she's ever worn, and one of my contacts at the rescue has them as well, and says the same thing. I've never tried them, and think they may have been a passing fad, and in my opinion, are not very chic! :-)
Our vet used to wear the shoes as well, though hers were turquoise with yellow toes. Tres chic!!
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