High summer has arrived in our little patch of paradise. As the sun sets we sit in the garden with a birthday glass of champagne , a bowl of caviar , and buckwheat blinis fresh from the stove . As company the sounds of France profonde . A nocturne of rasping frogs , contented cattle, chirruping cicadas , a gently snoring PON , and the German billionaires paragliding above us . Our wealthy neighbours have taken to leaping of their battlements in their motorised parachutes . Three circumnavigations of the village and they land , one after the other , in the car park . Father billionaire , mother billionaire and two teenage billionaires in perfect line astern formation .
Difficult to get the words diaphonous, coquettish and gossamer in one sentence . Not , however, if you have Madame Bay as a housekeeper. She arrives this morning in her summer outfit. White stretch pants, white linen coat , white sandals ( with , I notice , little , faux , purple diamonds as decoration ) and a mass of white chiffon cascading around her neck . " You look like an angel " I say , quite truthfully . Madame Bay takes this as a huge compliment and Ongoose receives not two , but three , passionate kisses . General de Gaulle , who is still working on the shutters, stops, brush-mid air , as this coquettish, gossamer winged, diaphonous vision of loveliness brings him out a cup of coffee . Wilf is given a jaffa cake. The family fellows view of all this early morning activity ? " Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves " .
You must snap a digital on the sly of Madame Bay, oh my goodness I would have loved to have seen the angel look. If she is that outgoing she may not mind photos no?ReplyDelete
Angus you are truly spoilt, all that happiness in one day with the added attentions of Madame Bay, paradise indeed.ReplyDelete
even Wilf gets a jaffa cake too... that sure is the loveliest of all mornings. An angel in attendance :) You should spare us all a peek of your angel one of these days.ReplyDelete
No no. I want to imagine her only as a vision in my mind!ReplyDelete
True Wilf Ponder!!! Love the description of the aviation activity and your Madame Bay.ReplyDelete
Happy Birthday! Love from Southern Italy Susanne, Foxiie and Daisy
A cleaner in a white linen coat.... Now are you sure you didn't drink too much champagne??ReplyDelete
For some reason, para-gliders remind me of big mosquitoes--I guess that comes from my days in Alaska...ReplyDelete
It really sounds like a lovely and enjoyable birthday celebration, and it also sounds like Madame Bay is enjoying her job!
Champagne, caviar and WIlf sleeping at your feet, what a glorious way to spend an evening.ReplyDelete
Birthday Blessings and Love,
Janelle and Maggie Mae
Love the visual.....does Wilf share the caviar?ReplyDelete
Hugs to the Pon!
If only we could have had papa, mama,and baby billionaire paragliders at our daughter's wedding this past Saturday (see blog!)...ReplyDelete
Champagne, caviar, and blinis wouldn't have been too bad either!
Amities to you all -- and tender scritches to the family fellow!
Joan and the Barkalots
I've never seen or even heard of a motorized parachute. That must have been quite a sight. Did they fly over the entire village?ReplyDelete
I do love Wilf's ponder, and it seems to fit Madame Bay perfectly!
Ah, sounds like the perfect day to me. Happy birthday! Sue x x xReplyDelete
Angus you have outdone yourself in this post. I was in stitches of laughter from start to finish. I can perfectly visualize Madame Bay's loveliness and artistic fashion sense. Mr O and I shall salute The Font on her birthday later this evening!ReplyDelete
What an absolutely fabulous birthday evening! Sending a heavenly head-tousle to Vilfee!ReplyDelete
oh to be on your terrace... petting the pon ...ReplyDelete
(whom we all know is a gentleman in a fur coat)
to be celebrating with the glorious font and yourself . . . then to see not one but 4 huge buzzing billionare bugs flying around the village!!! (ps . . . billionares seldom carry bandages i'm told, so if one of them hits a little hard in the car park, well, you know ...)
and a montage of madame the next morning
your book just gets better and better!!!
Angus and The Font! You do know how to celebrate! Beluga.....goodness! One can only imagine the look on your mayor's face if he had chosen this particular time to visit. We hope that the birthday was glorious but we know that you would not allow it to be anything but! Love to all. Kisses to Wilf.ReplyDelete
You've used one of my favorite quotes of all time today! Bless James Barrie!ReplyDelete
I am picturing Madame Bay today, and I wonder what happens when she goes to weddings. Does she forget about the rule of not upstaging the bride? Life is certainly never dull there in your little corner of France!
Was the bare-chested painter the motivation for the appearance of the celestial being, we wonder?ReplyDelete
XXXOOO Daisy, Kendra & Bella
Happy Birthday to the font.
How very sweet of you to compliment Madame Bay's outfit. Somehow, I think this was probably the first and last time that'll ever happen! lolReplyDelete