Bob and Sophie know something is afoot. They spend much of the day watching 'The Font ' work in the kitchen. In the afternoon they join their master for a trip to the traiteur in the local market town where the two stylish young gentlemen from Paris have prepared Christmas finger food for sixty. This is collected. The PONs sit behind the dog grille and salivate.
The villagers are supposed to arrive at six. They arrive at seven. The exception is the man with the anger management issues and his girlfriend who arrive at six thirty. The girlfriend, dressed from head to toe in black, is an upholsterer ( upholsteress ? ) by training but is currently working behind the reception desk at the undertakers. She looks at the chairs in the drawing room and trills " I could be kept busy dealing with this lot !'' Angus wonders if this is an advert for her skills or an indication that our furniture looks tired - or both.
The villagers are offered champagne, wine or spirits. The women folk all opt for champagne as do the men folk with the exception of two youngish farmers in green overalls who have come straight to The Rickety Old Farmhouse from a days ploughing. They each down two glasses of MacAllan as if it was going out of fashion - this is quite understandable after a long day in the frozen fields. '' Good whiskeee M'Ongoose " they say in unison. Angus is told that they may have to grub out their plum trees next year. '' The French don't buy prunes like they used to and the foreigners don't have the taste for them ". The 'remarkable' Christmas tree with its 600 flashing lights is much admired.
The last of our neighbours leaves at nine thirty. Madame Bay looks for Bob in order to give him a Lily of the Valley scented cuddle but can't find him. He's sensed what is about to happen and has 'disappeared'. With the house once again empty the PONs embark on a nose to the floor search for dropped blinis or mini foie gras burgers.
Round two tonight with the German billionaires, the Count and Countess, the weekenders and of course the Belgian Lady and The Old Farmer.
This is an unusual sound. I don't think it's a cello : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7oGF42nwJcs
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So how did Mlle Sophie & Monsieur Bob go in securing tidbits?
Round 1 sounds a huge success. Can't wait to find out what the German billionaire and the Old Farmer find to talk about. And let's hope you will have some Macallan left for Hogmanay.
Cheers! Gail.
How many of us would have liked to be a fly on the wall at the ROF last night? What fun it all sounds, and I'm sure that Bob and Sophie had their fair share of treats ! Like Gail, I can't wait to find out what happens in round two !
It is nice of you to host the neighbours for festive drinks and nibbles. Do they return the favour and invite you to their homes?
Hari OM
Well done; now deep breaths everyone... at the beginning that sounds more like a bass, but it does improve. YAM xx
A fine time was had by all, I think.
It sounds as if the girlfriend employed by the undertakers, as well as the farmers, arrived still dressed for work.
So kind to bring the village together for a Christmas celebration!
Bob looks exhausted from his hosting duties! Does he know he'll have to do a repeat preformance?
It would be such fun to be part of your little village; I think your family has made new & wonderful traditions for everyone there.
I'm looking forward to Round #2. Cheers!!
Two glasses of Macallen? Oh my. Still, as you say, frozen fields and all that.
Glad it was a successful evening, they sound like an interesting mix of folks. Looking forward to the report on Round Two.
We think the eclectic second party should be interesting.....
It sounds like a splendid party. Looking forward to the report on #2.
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