Although it's still dark Bob and 'The Font' have just set off to collect the Christmas turkey and brussel sprouts from the market. Sophie and her master are left behind to tidy up.
A smaller group last night. The German billionaire in a red romper suit, mustard jumper and green running shoes. A grown up version of toddler chic. His wife in a perhaps slightly too short dress topped by a red cape trimmed with white fur and covered in what might be sequins but to the untrained eye might be also be diamonds. Monsieur le Comte arrives in a off white coat creation that comes to his knees and is fastened at the front by five leather toggles. It has the look of being absent mindedly knitted by his wife who this evening sports an unseasonally severe grey check suit and frilly white blouse fastened tightly at the throat with a black cameo brooch. Our gathering is completed by the architect from Toulouse, the man who works for Volkswagen, the lady who is the secretary for some big shot at Airbus, the retired nuclear warhead designers from Paris and a smattering of others.We should of course not forget The Old Farmer and the Belgian Lady. The Old Farmer is spending three hours a day on his exercise bike. He pedals while the Belgian lady reads the newspaper aloud to him. This has done wonders for the muscles in his bad leg. They are both delighted to be invited out , which is the purpose of the get together. The Belgian lady has dressed in something black and glittery. The Old Farmer is wearing a freshly washed, but not pressed, green plaid shirt.
The billionaires wife congratulates us on having made the charming little house so comfortable. He talks about Frankfurt becoming Europes capital ''. Everyone's moving from London to Germany because of your Brexit " . This is said perhaps just a shade too breezily.
While our guests arrive we think of keeping the PONs in the downstairs kitchen. The sound of howling indicates that they don't agree. They are allowed to mingle. Bob is on his absolute best behaviour. Sophie, who has found something indigestible in a drainage ditch, passes wind frequently and pungently. The guests pretend not to notice. She knows she's not allowed to beg so she sits and stares at people and bombards them with PON ESP - ' Drop that vol au vent. Drop that vol au vent '.
Recognizing that no more emmenthal twirls are coming her way Sophie retires to the library for a doze.
20 comments:
Thought the Old Farmer's garb might be out of place amongst the Billionaire and weekenders. Seems no one would have noticed. Have a Happy Christmas!
The thought of Sophie and her pungent wind had me laughing out loud ! Has the girl no shame ! Glad that everything went well last night, you can now relax and wait for the invitations to come pouring in.
A very Happy Christmas to you all at the ROF.
Sounds like a grand time was had by all. What an eclectic group. Have a wonderful Christmas season. Best wishes to you all and thank you for your wonderful recounting of the tales of your village
I hope that you were wearing a little slightly off the shoulder wooly pully with reindeers. Glittery antlers?
Yes I too was wondering what tasteful costumes you and the 'Font' had deemed suitable for the occasion.
Cheers, Gail.
Hari OM
A suitably colourful closing of the Advent season... and now on to the furmily festives. Accompanied by a Scandi-cello, pawhaps? Wishing all at the ROF a cozy and comfortable Christmas and a thank you for a year of simple delights. May there be many more in 2018. Hugs and wags to the PONs, warm regards to the peeps. YAM xx
He blended right in.
Dessicated vole will do that to a girl.
Eclectic is one word for it !
Perhaps next year ?
Sensible ones ?
Thank you and the same to you and yours.
Thank you for sharing your festive gatherings with us. I like to pretend I was there, and the conversations I would have with your guest! Giving us detailed descriptions of their attire help me decide what I would wear. If you should miss me from the group, you would find me sitting in the floor, chatting with Bob and Sophie, telling them my favorite Holiday stories. Oh, what a delightful fantasy! ! !
I was also thinking "eclectic" when describing your guests - But was going to say "interesting and eclectic cast of characters." If they were dogs, I'd say you'd had everything from Schnauzer's to Papillons and maybe even a Goldendoodle. But I've no doubt whatsoever that it was a lovely party and everyone had a good time - Even Sophie because I see a Kong in the background of the last photo.
Nothing like the intellectual challenge of a King filled with chopped carrot to keep a girl quiet and happy.
At least last night we were spared the farmers seasonal small talk of foot rot on pigs or lack of rain for the barley !
Agree! I also have found that freezing it beforehand can sometimes add a few minutes to the challenge.
A few minutes of additional peace !! I'm off to the freezer.
Delightfully described, Angus! Such colorful costuming worn by all the characters. And Sophie, star that she is, was definitely the life of the party. Wishing you, The Font, Bob and Sophie the Merriest Christmas.
Merry Christmas to all of you at the ROF! Thank you for being my morning bright spot. You're my reward for making it through the NY Times and the So Cal edition of the LA Times. Bob, Sophie and the cast of village characters are my morning antidote! I'm so grateful.
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