Angus is up early talking to men in dark suits. Another Dadaesque week beckons. Bob gives me his impersonation of a Dadaesque face. Angus points out that a face can only be comical rather than a rejection of prevailing standards. Bob accepts this comment with good grace. He licks the end of his nose.
Bob has some rice cake on his lower lip that, try as he might, just won't be dislodged. There is much licking.
His sister finds us in the garden and wonders why it's taking so long to get harnessed up for our morning walk. I tell her that I've been on the phone explaining what a 'foe' is to people in Beijing. They seem confused. I introduce her to the military acronym VUCA. She gives me a look that I'd better dispense with the VUCA and get a move on. The solid certainty of croissant slivers await.
Just before 7.00 pm last night a strange noise welled up from the village hall. The local farmers, spouses, offspring and assorted relations gave spontaneous voice to Frances victory over Croatia. The little lady in the purple hat was moved to sing the Marseillaise. Madame Bay, resplendent in blue, white and red layers of chiffon does a jig. Moules avec frites are cooked on the village hall grill. Wally, the depressive physiotherapist, brings out his accordion. There is much hugging. The two village tikes provide sound effects on their trombones. The Old Farmer dispenses large quantities of his 2017 vintage wine from the stainless steel tea urn. A huge thunderstorm does little to dampen enthusiasm. From this mornings papers it appears that the President also got caught up in the heat of the moment.
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VUCA - a new and useful addition to my acronym vocabulary.
That's a great photo of President Macron, and congratulations to Les Bleus. It was quite a final!
Bob that is quite the tongue.
Well done on the football team - all of France must be swollen with pride today. The photos of the riots were a bit scary though, you would not want to have been there with children.
Thank you for the enlightenment. Here I thought VUCA stood for Vulgar, Uninformed, Cruel and Angry.
While my husband and kid watched (at home--no distractions), I puttered around the garden and heard, in stereo, the collective cries of the villagers on the emotional rollercoaster. Later, young people gathered on the main road to cheer at passing cars, but there was little traffic. The few cars that came by at least participated with plenty of honking.
The photo of President Macron certainly says it all - Very well done and congrats to France!
As I write this, I am watching Putin arrive in Helsinki this morning - I wonder what our president will call him after their meeting?
If you want to show who's boss arrive late for a meeting.
Hari OM
...so he's on a VUCAtional trip then? (Love 'francetaste's version!) Meanwhile, in the real world, the PONs are keeping it focused and the French have something actually worth celebrating. Congrats! YAM xx
Such a fantastic photo of a svelte President Macron. Perhaps his fellow citizens will now see him as more of a shirtsleeves kind of guy who is as enthusiastic about the country of France as he is about their win.
Congrats to France!!!
Definition of FOE = What Traitor Trump is to America.
I've been enjoying the very creative insults from Scots as reported in The Guardian, most of which I daren't repeat in a family-friendly blog. A joking phrase from long ago -- rude, crude, and socially unacceptable -- seems appropriate, though.
Vive la France. Given current geopolitics, that win in that place seems even better.
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