Saturday, August 6, 2011
The village a hive of activity ahead of the annual Saints Day festivities . Peugeots and Citroens parked higgledy piggledy across the village green . In the car park Monsieur Bay and his colleagues from the retired gendarmes club trying out their movie projector . They wave and tell me they'll be showing a film called Amelie au pays des Bodins . '' An absolute rib tickler . Make sure you get here in plenty of time " .
At two in the afternoon the mayor together with the old farmer , who has safely returned fom Brittany , disappear into the church clock tower . An hour and a half later they re-emerge . The time on the clock face having now moved from ten past five ( where it's been firmly stuck for the last six or so months ) to fourteen minutes past . Progress of sorts .
The Parisienne ladies art exhibition still graces the walls of the village hall . Scantily clad truck drivers and pouting cyclists nestling incongruously amongst landscapes and bowls of fruit . Some of the least anatomically detailed shown here . ' The font ' re-examines the art works in the light of day commenting , in best Lutheran fashion , ' still waters run deep '. Who would have thought that the prim ladies from Neuilly harboured such elemental passions ?
Wilf spends much of his afternoon asleep in the shade of the lime tree beside the war memorial . A good spot to savour the smells wafting out of the village hall kitchen . From time to time Kelly the hover dog and Brunhilda the German billionaires dog wander over to join him . Kelly leaps over him . Brunhilda barks . Neither succeeds in getting him to play . The deputy mayoress pops out of the kitchen with a vol au vent . Now that's how to get an old fellows full attention .
Posted by Angus at Saturday, August 06, 2011
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I only hope the drawing of the chap on the bicycle was done from memory.ReplyDelete
Think a good thought for Edward. He's fractured a tooth and has to have it removed on Monday. Antibiotics and pain killers for the weekend. Of course, I'll be staying in the vet's waiting room with my laptop and knitting till he's ready to come home, but they are used to me.
I see they talked you into posing on your bike! ;o)ReplyDelete
Angus - the bicycle picture. Surely something to aspire to! (Especially the hairdo...)ReplyDelete
Brunhilda and Kelly and the village ladies attending to Wilfie- he knows how to get the best out of life! Love from Southern Italy Susanne, Daisy and FoxiieReplyDelete
I have decided that I live in the wrong country! I've seen a lot of truck drivers and bikers and have never seen any that look like that!ReplyDelete
I hope you've all had an enjoyable day!
And to think you were considering an electric bicycle when you have abs like those! I suppose the other gent is the old farmer with his truck? Adorable photo of Wilf, the true ladies man of Garronne et Tarn!ReplyDelete
i adore that little happy polar bear face.ReplyDelete
they should be having a festival honoring the magnificent wee pon... the miracle dog!
i'd say there are some wistful, frustrated french ladies in your village.
careful when you venture forth on your bike!
cheers and hugs,
Sounds like a wonderful day. Hugs for Wilf.ReplyDelete
Blessings and Love,
Janelle and Maggie Mae
The least anatomically detailed, or the most clothed? It appears that the ladies of the art guild certainly have an eye for detail! I'm betting it's not too late for you to be immortalized.ReplyDelete
The way to a man's stomach is through his heart, and it seems that Wilf is no different. I love his happy little face today!
Ah Wilf... What a life!ReplyDelete
Is that a picture of you on the bike? lolReplyDelete
You should commission a portrait of Wilf.ReplyDelete
XXXoOO Daisy, kendra & Bella
Which one did you buy, Angus?ReplyDelete
Good grief! Those paintings! The mayor and the old farmer weren't in the tower fixing the clock! They were hiding! The hands only moved because one of them bumped the mechanism.
Wilf's low vision and keen sense of smell served him well today. Love to all.
Always interesting a village fete! Wilf is always so cute!!ReplyDelete
Wow! That's all I can say. Wow!ReplyDelete
Good to read that Wilf is still enjoying being in the center of village life, with proper respects being paid by his [loose] canine pack and, of course, his human admirers.ReplyDelete
Jed & Abby
Have you converted to gold & diamonds yet, and started hiding them under the floorboards of the old farmhouse? Probably wouldn't be the first time those old boards served to hide the family valuables.
Jed & Abby