Cold and drizzly and grey. It's also windy.
What the Scots would call a 'dreech' morning.
The PONs think the weather is wonderful. In fact they think everything about today is wonderful.
We take 'The Font' to the airport. On the way back Angus pops into the supermarket near the terminal. They have four bottles of a hard to find Pomerol on the shelves. These seem to have been mispriced - to the buyers advantage. I ask a stern looking lady with an i-Pad ( a sure sign of a senior position in retail management ) if the price is right. '' Of course it is " she says before adding an unnecessary '' We know what we're doing ". Difficult to say whether she says this to everyone who talks to her or whether it's first day back at work grumpiness.
The supermarket is full of remaindered chocolate at 50% off. The French must have shunned chocolate in a big way over Christmas. Angus wonders what happens to unsold chocolate bears. Do they get melted down and recycled ?
'The Fonts' flight from Frankfurt to Edinburgh has to battle strong headwinds sweeping down from Norway. The fasten seat belt signs are on for the duration. Then an hours drive up the motorway in what passes for bright sunshine in Scotland. The sun low in the sky this far North. The rental car company has provided a Mokka X in lilac metallic. '' You'll love it ! It's so cheery ! " trills the young lady at the desk. 'The Font' has no difficulty in finding it in the car park. In St.Andrews the Wee House has developed a lived in look but the heating works, the sofas have survived and the curtains are still in place. All the furniture has moved and has to be rearranged by two handymen. Today, 'The Font' will supervise the cleaning team and then head back south to the airport. An invite by a friendly neighbour to a lecture on volcanic and magmatic studies may or may not be accepted.
Not many voices can fill Notre Dame on their own. Not many voices can deal with Gounod. France meets America :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYmaznpLMz8
10 comments:
Bob's tongue is certainly wonderful. Good to see all is well at the wee house. Sounds like it was brighter in Scotland that SW France yesterday. Although I too had my journey time (6 mile bicycle ride to work) about doubled by the headwind yesterday morning!
Cheers, Gail.
Have you tasted the Pomerol yet, to see whether the supermarket people really did know what they were doing?
I love that Gounod mass. Thanks for the memory.
Bob you are a superstar!! Glad you got a good deal on your bottles of plonk. I admire your honesty at pointing out the pricing. it seems to me that the French in your area have little to no sense of humour.
Hari Om
...are we to assume all four bottles were snaffled by the Angus? A house lived in becomes a home. Glad the tenants made it theirs without creating havoc to the owners! YAM xx
Regarding the picture of the Wee House: initially was that room the bedroom?
Where did all the books come from? Did you and the Font provide them, or did the Texans? Are they staying or going? That is such a nice room.
It was originally two bedrooms but that whole floor was opened up to let the light in - light ( or the lack of it ) being important in Scotland. The kitchen has been moved upstairs next to it and the bedrooms shifted to the ground and top floors.
Books multiply in St.Andrews but these mostly were shipped up from France for those long winters nights.
What a lovely comfortable looking room. Goodness, we'll add in-depth volcanic and magmatic knowledge to the Font's already impressive list of talents. The PONs would love our weather today, too. It's one of those open your car door at the risk of having the wind rip it off days. Stephanie Jo in Northern California
The Wee House looks like a pleasant and welcoming place. I hope the Pomerol turns out to be a good buy.
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