A hearty Good Morning from Sophie who is looking very Polish Lowland Sheepdog like today. Her hair is vaguely doing what Polish Lowland Sheepdog hair is supposed to do.
Angus weeds the old tiles at the front door every afternoon. By the following morning the weeds have grown again. Is there anything on the face of the planet that grows as quickly as a weed in SW France ? The heavy overnight rain and mild temperatures seem to have turbocharged their growth.
Some delivery drivers can find the parcel(s) in their vans straight away. Other rummage around in the back until they find what they're looking for. Today we have a man who rummages slowly around and then throws the packages towards the door of his van. He finds two of the expected four cartons. He is also of the delivery driver variety that replies to questions with a shrug of the shoulders. Not a word passes his lips. Not so much monosyllabic as non-syllabic. Methinks he a) doesn't like his job b) doesn't like people who order wine and c) people who ask questions.
Angus spends the afternoon checking what's been delivered, composing an e-mail to the Italian shippers to say that only half the order has arrived and choosing something to drink with dinner. Sophie is disappointed. She was hoping for something more along the line of Jaffa Cakes or sausages.
A bottle of wine is walked round to the old Parisian couples front door. The husband has been into hospital for an emergency cataract operation and his wife is very worried both about the operation and the current risks of going to the hospital. Being rather grand and rather Parisian they may or may not find a bottle of non-French wine to be just what the doctor ordered. A small bag of sanitizing wipes is left with the bottle in what might best be described as 2020 lockdown etiquette. Miss Manners would approve ?
No PON would do this : https://twitter.com/PickardJE/status/1252284859587932160
When school work is beyond a father : https://twitter.com/wtgowers/status/1252186973474824192
5 comments:
Oh my, I think the second link may be my favorite ever. I looked up the father and he is a chaired professor of mathematics at Cambridge and, yup, he's a theorist. I am married to a theorist and can completely relate to this. Sophie does look particularly fetching today, with her bangs at just the perfect length. Glad to see the wisteria survived the weekend.
Within the confines of the ROF, they are weeds. Outside, they are "wildflowers."
Very jealous of your wine stash. Miraculous that it arrived without breakage. And yes, the Parisians might wonder whether Angus is trying to infect them by passing them Italian wine. Not from Lombardy, is it?
Can I have the address of your doctor?
Hari OM
That pic of Mlle Sophie guarding 'her' door is beyond gorgeous - wall-worthy, I'd say. I was holding my breath in case of breakages of the long-awaited cellar items. YAM xx
Looking at the state of the back of the van, I'd say that the driver is a, b, and c! I just hope that there is nothing fragile in those boxes that have been so carelessly tossed to one side. I fear for the second half of your delivery Angus!
Today we have sausages here, but sadly no Jaffa cakes.
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