Friday, November 16, 2018

An Oscar winning performance


There may be snow in New York but in a little French village where nothing ever happens :

1) Workmen put up red and white striped ribbon around the war memorial.

2) The mayor stops by to tell us The Very Old Farmer passed away yesterday in hospital. He will be laid to rest next to his wife this afternoon. Can we be there to make up the numbers ?

3) Loic blows leaves into large piles that Sophie leaps in and out of like a thing possessed.


The Miele washing machine man arrives to repair the machine he repaired two months ago. Guess that makes it a re-repair. It promptly broke down again three days after his last visit. Since then we've been using the dogs washing machine. '' I've got it going again but don't know how long it'll last ". This is a very French comment that mixes hope and imprecision in equal measure. He doesn't charge. He also gives me a voucher for E89 off a new Miele machine.


Bob has eaten something. We think it might have been a toadstool.

He has all the symptoms of a very sore tummy.


Sophie may be the family diva but only a male PON can do Oscar winning misery. He makes it quite clear he is Mr.Glum. At 1:46 am Bob has the common sense to wander in to the bedroom and stick a hot dry nose in my ear to let me know he needs to go out in the garden. Over breakfast 'The Font ' is surprised to discover that Bob and his master have been up during the night. How anyone can sleep through Angus getting up, putting on a dressing gown, switching on the hall lights, going downstairs, being greeted by Sophie,  opening up two sets of noisy garden doors and then doing it all in reverse is a mystery.


This morning Sophie is in fine form. While her brother sleeps she gets all the attention.




French Friday morning music : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4S5UMmvi4I


11 comments:

  1. So the Very Old Farmer's life has finally come to an end. It seems he had a 'good innings' and his death will count as sad but not a tragedy. No doubt you will be be present to pay your last respects. Meanwhile, life in the village goes on.

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  2. Sending our thoughts for the Very Old Farmer.
    I am jealous of the Font's abilities to sleep through anything and to eat only a bite of pastry.
    The musical selection is very French. And from your region, kind of.

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  3. Hari Om
    The greater 'village' of Blogville will nod its head in honour of the VOF today. We have enjoyed his company. Sending a little POTP (power of the paw) to Bob. (...but the 'oscar' shot is also hilarious...) YAM xx

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  4. My condolences to your village for the loss of the VOF. I always think of a line I heard several years ago at a similar funeral, that "a once mighty oak has fallen" to describe someone like the VOF.

    I hope by the time you read this, that Bob is feeling better.

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  5. We are also very sorry to hear about the death of the Very Old Farmer.

    I am one of those ones who could sleep through all the action of your night. Nice of Bob to ask to be taken out in time to do his ablutions.

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  6. Another example of the mayor's concern for his flock, telling the village of the VOF's passing and urging attendance at the services. If he decides not to serve another term, it will no doubt be difficult to replace him.

    Many's the time I've started an early morning conversation with "didn't you hear...?"

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  7. Sorry to hear about the Very Old Farmer. May he Rest In Peace!

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  8. Very sorry to hear about the Very Old Farmer. He put up valiant fight.
    Poor Bob; hoping very much that he's feeling a little better by now.
    x

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  9. I, too, am saddened to hear about The Very Old Farmer. And happy for him that he lived out his final years in a peaceful setting with people who cared for him.
    Hope Bob is better by now. And consider yourself fortunate that he asked to go out instead of, you know.

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  10. Poor Bob, being woken up by a warm dry nose would be concerning. The font sure can sleep through anything! Very sad about the very old farmer. So the village now has 66 souls.

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  11. I smile at Sophie’s leaf pile leaping, and sympathize with Bob’s tummy issues. I am thankful we all got to know The Very Old Farmer through your writings, and will miss him. It will be interesting to know if his correct age will be mentioned at his service.

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