Loic, the heavily bifocaled gardener ( and one of Gods happy creatures ) tells me there was a big thunderstorm last night. In case I don't understand he goes Boom Boom and then delighted with the sound he's made repeats it not once but twice.
On the other side of the road The Old Farmer appears on his balcony. 'The Font' has sent him a post card with all six of the D-Day commemorative stamps on it. They're so large they cover most of the card barring the space for the address. He is very pleased with the stamps. He also informs us that a hot weather warning has been issued. The cold wet spell is about to give way to 40 degree plus temperatures as a wave of hot air from the Sahara moves north into France on Tuesday.
Bob sits in the back of the car and listens to these interactions with the studied seriousness of a family fellow.
On our morning walk a heart rending sight. A young male deer with a broken leg drags itself slowly and painfully across the lane ahead of us. I have time to harness my two companions up before they get scent of its presence and give chase The deer disappears into the long wheat and is soon invisible. No natural predators but an unsure future ahead.
Sophie continues to glare at the Coots and Moorhens in the algae covered pond . In the other pond we pass the heron, his mate and a large youngster with white speckled wings. Even Bob ( who is usually oblivious to birds ) watches in stunned silence as they float majestically away.
It is 'The Fonts' birthday. Angus has ordered a cake from the entrepreneurial young woman in the small market town. She's been away on a camping holiday in St.Tropez with her boyfriend and the chances of her remembering the order are probably 50/50.
When I get to the bakers she's there, the shop is open and the cake is ready. No need to have worried.
One tiny problem. Instead of the classical white iced, rose covered design I'd ordered she's made a lime green tower cake with farmyard animals.
I toy with the idea of refusing it but the alternative is no cake at all.
'The Font' is delighted. Life is made memorable by such lunatic warp and weft.
Commas matter :
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14 comments:
No, wait a minute. How does one get lime green with farmyard animals from what you had ordered?
I work in a bakery and this is just baffling to me. :)
I bet that Loic would love a slice!
I can imagine that 'The Font' found the cake highly amusing, but did she actually eat any of it??
From past reports of eating habits in the ROF, I'm guessing she took a polite sliver and Angus a large chunk?
Cheers, Gail.
You're understanding of the cake apportionment is spot on. Angus is wondering if he will ever manage to finish it off. The marzipan animals are particularly indigestible. The 8 kilos lost over Lent may be about to return.
Yes indeed. And the family of the boy in the wheelchair. Madame Bay and Renee may also be asked to share in the event !
That cake would justify an impromptu seven hour flight to the ROF. Save me a slice. The twitter feed you posted this morning made me laugh out loud. And per usual, sometimes the twitter comments are twice as entertaining. Wishing a Happy Birthday to 'The "Font'
Hari OM
I offer greetings to the Font from the Bonny Land, may her day be fine indeed. Especially after the giggle of the farmyard pile! Perhaps the marzipan can be grated and reused by The Font in some confection or other? YAM xx
Happy Birthday to the font. You can't help but smile at the cake - it certainly is memorable and looks like it tastes nice.
A very joyous day to 'The Font' and to all who partake of that remarkable cake. Just looking at it brings much merriment. The marzipan animals may be indigestible, but they are too cute. Maybe they could be saved for Christmas?
The cake! The adorable animals on the cake!!! I can not stop giggling. Happiest of Birthdays to ‘The Font’. Put the marzipan animals and tractor on a plate, surrounded by parsley. Then put it in your refrigerator. You now have a ready made centerpiece for the remainder of the summer! Not to mention a laugh each time you open the refrigerator door!
Happy Birthday to 'The Font'. and what a cake to celebrate ! It's certainly different, and so obviously meant for a child. Somewhere there is possibly a disappointed six year old, with an elegant, white iced, rose covered birthday cake, instead of the green tower, farmyard animals and tractor his/her mother promised !
Is the first cake photo, with the white icing and roses, the one your were meant to have?
Happy Birthday to the font, and thank you for my morning laugh. Peter wondered what I was in stiches for!
Hilarious. Love it. Some mistakes aren't that good.
Laughed out loud at the lack of commas - there was a great book on this subject written some years ago called Eats, Shoots & Leaves. Adore the cake!
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