Saturday night. Angus finds a message on the phone from a delivery driver with a strong Scots accent. '' You're no at home. I've dropped off the boxes at the wee shop next door but I cannae pick up the twa chairs that are going tae London ". This brief message is alarming on two counts. 1) There is no wee shop next door and 2) we weren't expecting anything to be delivered. Come to that we weren't expecting anything to be collected. It goes without saying that being a Saturday night all attempts to reach the driver on his mobile fail.
Did I once say that furnishing a house from a distance was hassle free and easy ?
May 1st a National holiday in France. Most of the villagers taking a long weekend at the beach. The lane outside The Rickety Old Farmhouse, quiet at the best of times, deserted. The tikes with their ever swelling army of little brothers and sisters have gone off to their grandparents in Narbonne.
The mayor appears at the gate to borrow the step ladders so he can put out the tricoleurs on the war memorial. He tells me that new lights are to be installed in the village hall. '' They double up as heaters ". Angus wonders if anyone has thought about what will happen on hot summer evenings. Some thoughts are best left unsaid.
An uninspiring choice at the bakers. We settle on a small fraisier. The PONs get slivers of choux pastry which are gratefully received.
Sunday morning thoughts :
Cruachan and the Scots have arrived at Buckingham Palace : https://twitter.com/ArmyInLondon/status/989568581502455814
A lost tree : https://daily.jstor.org/americas-mysterious-lost-tree/
An insight into how things are done in North Korea : https://twitter.com/twitter/statuses/989954837801570307
And sometimes a picture says more than words ever can: https://twitter.com/keenertaylor/status/989315807296589824
8 comments:
You have reminded my why, when I purchased the Torridon cottage, I was happy to also buy the existing furniture! The dementia picture reminds me off my parents and has brought tears to my eyes.
That photo really is beyond words.
The Garden. The Cake - both so awesome.
The delivery man - crazy!!! Is anyone at that company apologetic for all the mistakes occurring?
The picture made me cry.
Such a frustrating phone message. What's the likelihood that someone else in St. Andrews is returning chairs to London? Do keep us posted.
The tree roses you and 'The Font' donated to the War Memorial appear to be thriving.
Hari OM
the perfect Sunday post from Angus... the preposterous, the peace, the pastry, the pomp, and the pathos... YAM xx
YAM, you are so right - the perfect post and your description sums it all up so perfectly.
As ever, delightful photos of the PONs.
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