Wednesday, September 8, 2010

" I thought my time had come ".



The battle between the heat drifting up from Spain and the cool autumn breezes from the Atlantic continues to be played out in the skies above the rickety old farmhouse. We returned from a brief shopping expedition to find Madame Bay and Wilf entwined in a mutually comforting embrace at the foot of the hall steps. While we'd been out a huge thunderclap , " It was the loudest I'd ever heard in all my years M'Ongoose. I thought my time had come" had forced septuagenarian cleaning lady and faux macho dog into each others arms. Understatement it has to be said does not come naturally to Madame Bay . Wilf ,alarmingly for a supposed alpha dog ,seemed remarkably happy to be wrapped deep in Madame Bay's bosom surrounded by acres of lily of the valley doused chiffon. He had that contented ' all I need now is a sausage' look on his face.

It was a day of national protest yesterday against the planned raising of the retirement age from 60 to 62. The air traffic controllers used it as an excuse for yet another holiday as did the railway workers. This morning the papers are full of stories about the huge 'manifestations' in Paris, Lyons and Marseille. In our little piece of paradise the pace of life is so slow it's rather difficult to work out whether people are on strike or not. While I read the papers Wilf decided to jazz up his morning routine by turning upside down and lying on his back under the cafe table. He gave me a glance that said 'variety's the spice of life' before dozing gently off.

12 comments:

  1. My dad and Piper is very very afraid of thunder. When there's thunder, both will hide in the room together and put on their startled look on both their faces. The look is priceless :p

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  2. The American worker would LOVE to have a retirement age of 60 - even 62. It is now 67 and some want to raise it to 70! Why don't they just make us work until we drop dead, hehehe!

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  3. Your wonderful picture of chiffon clad Madame Bay embracing Wilf has made me imagine an encounter between her and Bertie. Above all else, Bertie loves to grab at any fine floaty material at hand and tug with the full might of his developing terrier jaw and with his habitual persistance...Acres (surely hectares?) of the scent drenched chiffon reduced to shreds in minutes, revealing.... well no let's not go there!
    Cheers, Gail.

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  4. We have to agree with Bertie.....Madam Bay would be shredded by now if she were here.

    XXXOOO Daisy, Kendra & Bella

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  5. I wish we had that kind of retirement age here. Then Blog Mom could be home all the time, too. Daddy's retired because he's disabled, but the Moms continue to work. Blog Mom says she's worked out the numbers and she can retire about three or four years after she's dead. That's how we do it here in the good old US of A!

    lotsa licks, Lola

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  6. I'd be thrilled to have the retirement age here at 62! As it is, I'll probably never be able to retire anyway.

    I think Wilf should publish a book of just photos of his facial expressions that say it all! I am glad he and Madame Bay were there for each other.

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  7. Aaahhhh Vilfie! Variety is indeed the spice of life!

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  8. I love seeing the world through my dog's eyes. It puts the news into such a sane perspective. What do people do without them?

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  9. Hey Mongoose...
    Your descriptions are delightful. Your title alarmed me at first, but thankfully its only "Madam B". By the way, your descriptions are certainly not 'understated' either!:)
    Sending lotsaluv from a strike-rife South Africa.
    MAXMOM IN SA

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  10. Loud noises don't seem to bother Jack. Huge bosoms, on the other hand, might! :)

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  11. I can just see Madame Bay and Wilf now in each others arms. Funny.

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  12. People and animals can give each other great comfort at times. I'm glad Madame Bay had Wilf there in her time of need.

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