Madame Bay repeats her sentences to me - possibly for effect or possibly because she assumes I'm either deaf or slow witted. " It rains,monsieur, it rains" or " the poor children,monsieur,the poor children". The effect is rather akin to living in a radio adaptation of a classic French novel. I for my part am happy to go along with it responding with a jolly " Yes,madame, it rains" . This morning our conversation took a different and darker turn . " There are mice,monsieur, there are mice". 'Yes,madame, there are mice'. "Yes,monsieur there are mice". Eventually after a few more repetitions of this formulaic conversation and a shriek from 'the font' the message got through. Yes, there are mice, and in abundance.Spurred on by an agitated 'font', the boyz and I shall shortly be enroute to the local market town to see what humane but effective ways of dealing with our uninvited visitors are to be found. Oh and by the way, a Happy Thanksgiving to one and all.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Monsieur Ongoose and the mice.
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One or all of my Scotties would love to help you with that mice problem. But if Java sees a mouse, he jumps in a chair and screams like a little girl.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your housekeeper - she sounds precious.
Happy Thanksgiving to you too.
Lynn
that's funny! good luck with the mice and the housekeeper!
ReplyDeleteand happy turkey day to you too!
xo
How I have enjoyed catching up on your adventures. Looks like you all have landed in a most lovely village! And the boyz are obviously content. Edward likes to lie on his back as well!!
ReplyDeleteAnd mice? Easily banished.
Best wishes for a Happy Thanksgiving. As the hostess, I am pooped. But, thankful.