Madame Bay arrives at the crack of dawn and quickly settles down at the breakfast table . She has that unmistakeable 'I don't want to gossip , but ... ' look on her face . Coffee in front of her and turban straightened she launches into her story .There has been high drama in the village . On Tuesday the rather reserved Belgian oil engineer who owns the house down by the horse field arrived from Brussels for the weekend . He'd brought with him a young lady ' friend ' . Somehow the oil engineers wife had got wind of the fact that he wasn't , as he'd claimed , in Paris on business . Yesterday, she'd flown to Toulouse, rented a car , waited until they'd gone to bed and then methodically smashed all the windows on his large , new , Volkswagen SUV . As a parting gesture she kicked in the radiator . The gendarmes have been called .
As the chiffoned figure of Madame Bay waltzes down the hall , hoovering , ' the font ' turns to me and says " Who knew that the Belgians were so hot blooded ? ". Life in a quiet village in deepest France Profonde .
Last nights art show was certainly hot blooded , but more of that tomorrow. Wilf sleeps contentedly on . He has a look on his face that says " it isn't what they say about you, it's what they whisper ".
I believe you've become part of the community. You've become an "us". As opposed to a "them." It's all those croissant ends.
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Hi, Wilf!!
I don't think you can get in trouble for breaking out the windows of a car that is essentially yours!
ReplyDeleteYour village gets more and more intriguing - hot blooded Parisiennes and Belgians - so funny.
ReplyDeleteHope you all have a wonderful day - tickles to my favourite polar bear in the world - love from Southern Italy (very hot blooded too) from Susanne, Daisy and Foxiie
How exciting!!! Should be good when he gets back to Brussels....
ReplyDeleteXXXOOO Daisy, Kendra & Bella
Wow, it's more exciting than the telly at your place!
ReplyDeleteWell I say good for her for having the guts to do it! Perhaps he'll think twice next time. S x x
ReplyDeleteLife in a quiet village in deepest France Profonde sounds like life in a small town in the United States--But I'm sure she didn't use a 'Louisville Slugger' to smash the windows!
ReplyDeleteI like Wilf's thoughts--I hadn't thought of it that way!
Revenge is a dish best served . . .ANYTIME!
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Gosh there never seems to be a quiet moment where you are! Hope you all have a good weekend.
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If that happened in our little village, it would be the talk of the town, too!
ReplyDeleteNow you're just killing me with suspense! I'm awfully curious about the art exhibit now!
You are such a wonderful writer.....each morning here in New England it's coffee toast and Wilf~♥
ReplyDeletethe only belgian i've ever known is hercule poirot and he doesn't strike me as being terribly hot blooded.
ReplyDeletei love wilfee's quote. as calm and sensible as always, befitting a wise little polar bear.
love his pictures today.
i just love him. there. three times.
and i love how you write monsieur.
cheers!
tammyj
What an adorable looking dog.
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No matter what future lies ahead with the sweetest dog in the whole world (Wilfie, I mean), I hope you never stop writing! Bats and Belgians and Bicycles! It's all so interesting!
ReplyDeleteBest of everything to you and dear Wilf!
Wonder what story he'll be telling the auto insurance company when he finds out how much it will cost to fix his car. He also may be surprised when he gets home and checks the balances in the joint bank accounts.
ReplyDeleteMama lived in Brussels for 3 years back in the 1950's, so she's not that surprised. Her family Dane dashed out the gate and into the street one day and glanced off the side of a slow-moving Citroen. The driver hurled himself out of the car and started jumping up and down screaming that the Dane had dented his car. Fortunately the Dane was not hurt.
Jed & Abby