Wednesday, July 14, 2021

The plinth.


Downstairs at first light to discover that Sophie has been savaging 'Blue Parrot'. An arm ( wing ?) has gone, as has the squeaker. The peculiar shredded plastic that these things are filled with is piled on the floor.  I scoop the destuffed carcass up in the hope that 'The Font' may have the patience to undertake exhaustive  surgery on it. 

Angus informs the men in dark suits that we have received our EU vaccine passports by e-mail . I'm guessing that this means travel will soon be open for those who can prove they've had 2 doses. This should also mean the end of ' this won't hurt a bit'  testing. The Manhattanites discuss the meeting between the German Chancellor and the US President tomorrow. This is important  as it sets out the future relationship between Berlin and Kiev and Moscow and all sorts of other places. 


Can it really be Sophie had a major trim last week ?


This mornings croissant doesn't look the part and certainly doesn't taste like it. A meagre ( and generous) 5.8/10. Sophie likes the curly croissant ends but loves the mignardise that has been put on my saucer. She gets to walk  off the excess on an hour long trip to the valley and the small waterfall.


The Old Farmer returns from his Lady Friends house. The large concrete garden vase he knocked over a few days ago is still lying on its side. He's brought a length of rope with him. He attaches one end to the venerable Mercedes and the other end to the plinth the vase stood on. He then drives forward and pulls the plinth away. This enables the vase to settle down, level, on the ground. He then continues to drive forward so that the plinth is pulled onto the grass. This is where he leaves it. Our 90 year old neighbour really is the most indomitable of characters. 

Someone has smashed the side window on the venerable Mercedes when it was parked outside his Lady Friends house. Whatever the putative thief thought they might find that was worth stealing  is beyond comprehension. He has been to the garage and they will get a replacement window in ten days. The Old Farmer thinks this service is slow. Angus thinks that getting a replacement window for a 35 year old car in ten days is pretty good. You'd be lucky if Volvo France could match that on a current model. Angus keeps this thought to himself.


 After reading the article I still couldn't spot it :https://www.charlotteobserver.com/news/nation-world/national/article252746893.html

And on Bastille Day we thought we might have made it here. Perhaps next year ? : https://www.lareserve-paris.com/en/

The best ever cinema version ? :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOeFhSzoTuc


12 comments:

Liz Hamblyn said...

Back in April 2021 in a small provincial town in New Zealand a man driving a truck backed into my little Ford Focus. It would appear that it was my fault as he did not see my legally parked car outside the gate of a friend of mine. He damagaed the rear driver's side door to the extent that the door had to be replaced. My car went into the panel shop two days ago. Three months after the accident. So, I think ten days to get any car part would be a miracle akin to the second coming.

WFT Nobby said...

Hoping the Font's surgery skills are up to the task.
Does one wish French residents Happy Bastille Day? Somehow it doesn't sound quite right.

Lisa in France said...

My daughter thinks Sophie looks like a gangster in that shot - certainly pretty attitudinal. It's always hard to make the repair or toss decision regarding toys. My mother sent Cherry a giant stuffed bone when she was still a puppy. She immediately savaged it, but I diligently sewed it up and now, twelve years later, Charlie's inherited it. On the other hand, we recently sewed up a stuffed cow, and the next day he was confetti. I really enjoyed the Casablanca clip - it's been so long since I've watched it that, I'm embarrassed to say, I'd forgotten that scene. I also could not spot the rattlesnake - even more challenging than the moorhens.

Coppa's girl said...

Oh dear, what has blue parrot done to warrant such a savaging? I've stopped giving Inca stuffed toys to play with, they just end up in the same state as the parrot. She'd actually rather have a tennis ball anyway, and she gets some exercise chasing after it.
Casablanca was on one of the TV channels recently, but at an odd hour, then repeated at a totally anti-social hour. I've noticed a lot of the old classics are shown, but mostly start around midnight. No good if you're an early riser like me!

Taste of France said...

The neighboring church with its 42 bells just did a rendition of la Marseillaise as the Casablanca clip was on my computer...
Am surprised the Manhattanite masters of the universe aren't all among the first vaccinated, having found ways to cut in line back when doses were scarce. As for the passport, I went to a ballet on Monday (outdoor stage) and when I tried to open TousAntiCovid to show my vaccine status, the app was "under maintenance." Wouldn't want that to happen as a plane's doors are closing. I got into the show--had to do a rapid Covid test.

Camille said...

Am currently gazing at one of Dottie dogs stuffed toys which has been surgically repaired so many times I've rather forgotten what genus of species it's supposed to resemble.

Enjoyed the Casablanca clip. Claude Rains lived out his final retirement years in a small and lovely nearby town here in NH. We visit his grave once a year on our way to the local autumn fair. It's a tiny New England cemetery in a very rural location, but after all these years he's not been forgotten, there are always small bouquets and offerings on his grave.
Camille

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
I'm late today - but had fun peering at the picture - and did actually find the snake. And the answer is... right under the central agave plant. Let your eyes follow the 'river of pebbles' between the two rocks and just before looking into the plant - right at the root the pebble line is broken by a latteral 'sausage' line - that is the snake. Living in OZ pays off for things like that. YAM xx

rottrover said...

Was Sophie's savaging of the Blue Parrot a nod to the superiority of Rick's Cafe American?

The Bougalou Bear said...

One wishes a " Bon 14 juillet" (Happy July 14th)
No French citizen/resident would ever refer to this day as "Bastille Day", as it doesn't so much commemorate the storming of the Bastille, on July 14, 1789 as the Fête de la Fédération one year later, to celebrate the unity of the French people under the new Republic.
Le 14 Juillet is actually the legal name for the the Fête Nationale.

I do agree that Happy Bastille Day does not strike as partially euphonious.

The Bougalou Bear said...

Thumb malfunction! I meant particularly euphonious....

Fay said...

I so enjoyed the clip from Casablanca! RIP, parrot.

Fay said...

I wish I had know that when we lived in Langdon (near Walpole and Bellows Falls)! It would have been a bit of a trek for us, but worth it.