The seasons moving on. A month ago at six am it was light. Now, the sun is just rising. The PONs circle the garden checking for C-A-T-S and squirrels. Sophie barks at the collar doves nesting in the palm tree. Her sense of purpose is palpable.
A small miracle. Monsieur Noddie arrives, unexpectedly, to repair some roof tiles that were dislodged in a storm three years ago. '' Bonjour M'Ongoose. I thought of calling but we were passing and it seemed a good time to get started '. Angus quietly wonders whether he should ask 'What's three years amongst friends ?' but decides to keep this thought to himself.
Monsieur Noddie supervises the unloading of replacement tiles and an assortment of equipment. Two gentlemen clamber onto the roof while a third gentleman, with dreadlocks, stands by the van doing nothing in particular. The PONs are greatly taken with 1) the ladders 2) the people climbing up ladders 3) the tyres on the van and 4) the gentleman with the dreadlocks. They are less keen on Monsieur Noddie who in a long and distinguished career in roof repairs has discovered the best thing to do with family dogs is ignore them. There are no biscuits.
The angelic duo are encouraged indoors. The workmen will have to learn to manage without them.
We head off for our morning walk. Sophie glares at the pond. The Coots have got wise to her ways and have hidden under the water lilly leaves. We meet the German billionaire who tells us his collection of 17 motorbikes from the 1950's will be arriving this afternoon. The German billionaire is wearing a mustard coloured polo neck, an unusual maroon coloured shorts/bib combination that might be better suited to a four year old, duck egg blue espadrilles and red and green striped knee length socks. Angus makes a mental note that mustard and maroon should never be seen on an adult male.
The PONs find all of this to be extremely entertaining. Life keeps on getting better and better.
Summer concerts in France. Orchestra and organ in two places . A nightmare for the conductor: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_fhujpdD7ek
7 comments:
A lovely portrait of Sophie this morning, along with the not-so-lovely word picture of the German billionaire. It seems he has all the flamboyance of Madame Bey, the Old Farmer and the Mayor without their sense of style!
Never mind the maroon take on the lederhosen idea, it's the knee length red and green striped socks that I find most alarming!
Hari OM
Words only, but now there's an image I cannot erase and haven't even had brekky yet... YAM xx
I'm amused that it's the mustard and maroon combo you find most offensive. Myself I didn't like the sound of blue espadrilles combined with green and red stripey socks.
I hope your roof repair is an omen. I've been cheerily saying bonjour to the roofers working around the corner from me and periodically reminding them that it is now 18 months since I asked them to come and repair the cresting on our barn roof (which they renewed 10 years ago). I've pointed out to them that it would be easy for them to just pop round the corner at the end of their current job.
Lovely video. I don't believe I've ever seen a conductor with an untucked shirt and missing a formal white tie. The German billionaire just may be colorblind...or bonkers. Tough call.
Never quite realized just how tall the ROF is until seeing the ladders stretched to the roof. That is a long way up. Yikes!
Bon chance ! By Gascon time you still have another 18 months to wait.
Guess when you're a billionaire you can wear whatever you want.
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