Sophie has a new orange haired 'political' toy kindly sent from Atlanta. She contentedly savages it.
Her oaf of a brother is not allowed near it.
The two tykes start practising their trombones at ten in the morning. Their father has bought a third hand mini bus to transport the ever expanding family. 'The Font' wonders if this purchase is a sign that the mother is pregnant again. The man with anger management issues has his eleven year old son staying. The eleven year old has been bought a hover board. He hisses past us on Sophie's trip to the village green. Sophie is unimpressed and shows it ... or more precisely voices her displeasure. The eleven year old spends his day hovering over the village speed bump.
In the afternoon the two tykes stop their tromboning and race their motor bikes up and down the lane. They do wheelies. The bikes don't have silencers. Anglo Saxon parents would be apoplectic. 'The Font' decides the father must be of the ' Why worry? There'll be another one along in a minute ' school of parenting. In the evening the tykes and their father let off rockets behind the Salle des Fetes. The father drinks beer and chain smokes. Bob is alarmed by the rockets. Sophie savages her orange haired friend through them.
Blogland is a window into many esoteric and charming places . This is one such place. The translated line 'Angels often appeared to men under the old law' is a beauty : http://aclerkofoxford.blogspot.fr/2014/12/e-word-is-geworden-anglo-saxon.html
A toe tapping golden oldie with a really clever 'hissing - screeching - whooping' sound ( which Sophie loves to howl along to) on the backing track. :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ht80uzIhNs
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Is that Bobs refreshment and method of coping with the 2 adorable children waiting for him nearby?
Given his colouring, Bertie is a little sensitive about mocking the ginger topped, but he is prepared to make an exception if the new toy is a POTUS effigy. For a very short monent we wondered if it was someone making a republican statement about Prince Harry, which of course would not do at all!
Cheers, Gail.
Hari OM
A not-so-quiet corner of deepest France, then? YAM xx
One hopes 'The Font's' predictions are wrong - and you won't be subjected to years of horrid little tykes !
Sophie looks very pleased with her savaging, and Bob looks as though he's keeping an eye on your snack.....or waiting until you turn your back !
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The inhabitants of The Rickety Old Farmhouse sometimes resort to a glass of champagne when French country ways become too 'endearing'.
There are those who would find the antics of the little tykes charming.
We seem to have one of those 'Victorian' families in the village. We know they're at seven but 'The Font' suspects that there might be an eighth. Could it be that number nine is on the way ?
A very modern take on canine toys.
Sounds like 'peace' and 'goodwill' are at odds in the little village during the school break.
I'm thinking that having one of the orange-haired we-know-who toys to bite on after listening to the news might not be a good idea.
I meant to say that it would indeed be a good idea.
I think I know who sent Sophie her orange haired political toy. Carry on with your savaging Sophie, you are doing a fine job!
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