Highlight of the evening was when the compere asked the competitors what made their husbands really, really happy. The first lady suggested an apricot pie, the second a clafoutis. Quick as flash the third farmers wife announced ' I take him straight to bed!'. The laughter from the ladies in the audience was as nothing compared to the cheer that emanated from the masculine enclave of the beer tent . The howl of delight that left the lips of the ladys husband, the by now extremely well lubricated farmers, assorted tractor salesmen and the firemans display team could be heard in Paris . Let it never be said that France isn't different ! The bawdiness of Beaumarchais is alive and well. She won.
Wilfs suffering from his regular as clockwork, once every ten day, sore tummy. No matter what we do it recurs. Strict low protein kibble diet, once a week starving, plain rice and fish, or occasional 'naughty' treats , he still gets it. I'm up at five this morning , unable to sleep listening to the strange noises emanating from his stomach. Has anyone else experienced anything like it? It lasts for half a day and clearly causes him great discomfort. As quick as it comes, it goes.