Chaos. ' The font ' heads off at dawn to Cahors to take the University French exam . Angus has to be in London to give a post-dinner talk to men in black . The drive is still blocked by the oak branch so a taxi is called to collect him at three thirty . Wilf has to be looked after by Madame Bay for an hour until ' the font ' gets home . In the middle of it all the plumber arrives to service the boiler .A quick call from the airport before getting on the plane to make sure everything is ok. Wilf has settled in the kitchen and is giving his best : " Love was supposed to last forever , forever was shorter than I thought " routine . By the time he's shared some of ' the fonts ' filet de lotte et galette de riz croustillante he's feeling better . His hour clasped to the bosom of our chiffoned septaguenarian largely forgotten .
We shall no doubt read about Angus taking a french exam when an ability to discuss septic tanks is given its due in the education system.
ReplyDeleteGood food can fix anything.
ReplyDeleteXXXOOO Daisy, Kendra & Bella
Bonne chance to The Font
ReplyDeleteI'd feel better, too! He's lucky he survived an hour clasped to Madame Bay's bosom. He probably thought that was the closest call he's had in the last year!
ReplyDeleteWilfie - you are back with Lady Font and her amazing recipies untill your family unit is complete again ---- love from Southern Italy Susanne, Daisy and Foxiino
ReplyDeletehow wonderful that madame bay is the one to stay with wilfee. at least he knows her scent and her famous singing!
ReplyDeleteyour being gone always affects him though. i hope the men in black appreciate the disruption in a very pon-centered lovely existence in the france profonde!
love,
tammy j
We are in Maine and I am certain Edward is giving our faithful dog sitter (who moves into the house and spoils him rotten) the exact same look.
ReplyDeleteHey there Mongoose...
ReplyDeleteI was thinking...it must be nearing "365 days of Grace"? How blessed we have all been to have followed Wilf's journey. We love you guys.
Sending lotsaluv
MAXMOM IN SOUTH AFRICA
I wonder how many of your secrets Wilf shared while he was clasped in the bosom of your chiffoned septaguenarian?
ReplyDeleteSafe travels...I wish Wilfy could know that we are 'with him' also when you both are away.
ReplyDeletexo J~
Wilfie, we wished we lived closer, we would pop over and smooch you.
ReplyDeleteJulie and Poppy Q
You need to stop making me laugh late at night. I'm waking the neighbors! :)
ReplyDeleteIt does sound like chaos. I'm glad that Wilf has forgiven and forgotten his hour with Madame Bay!
ReplyDeleteOh, I can just see Wilf : swaddled in acid green chiffon, muzzle smeared with purple lipstick and eyes watering from the heady combination of Bal a Versailles and Hermes Amazone! But he knows she loves him and besides, she has a free hand with the treats!
ReplyDeleteThankful that the chaos is over and all is well now.
ReplyDeleteBlessings and Love,
Janelle and Maggie Mae