The French air traffic controllers are a bolshie lot. They were having yet another of their impromptu one day strikes . When British Airways finally got to Toulouse the Frontier Police were working to rule . The queue at immigration stretching back to the gate . The line comprised the entire population of Paris with yours truly at the very back . It moved very, very slowly . So close and yet so far .Wilf and ' the font ' were waiting patiently at the cafe in the arrivals area. ' The font ' had chosen a table right on the concourse. Wilf was underneath it, asleep on his back, emitting snoring sounds from one end and intermittent trumpeting sounds from the other . The delayed effects of a broccoli and beans diet . Angus had liberated two Oat Crunch biscuits from the plane . PON favourites which were gratefully received .
Home to find that the workmen have unexpectedly uncovered septic tanks number 5 and 6 . The gravel in front of the house a mass of trenches and exposed pipes. '' You've got quite a collection . Perhaps you could open a museum ? " says the jovial foreman . The humour of living in a septic tank museum passes Angus by.
Over dinner ' the font ' reads out the menu from the new pizzeria that's opened up in the little market town . The salmon pizza with cream, tomato and cheese proof that only the French know how to really slaughter Italian cuisine. Wilf liked the sound of the chicken pizza with goats cheese and honey .
A septic tank museum? The disturbing thought crosses my mind that there really are people who would come to visit. Possibly the same ones that would enjoy a meal at the new pizzeria.
ReplyDeleteOngoose leaves a house and comes back to a museum - awaited at the airport by a culinary fairy and a trompeting white fluffy bear - there is never a dull moment in Southern France -
ReplyDeletethe other day a witness my friens- JRTparents and crazy loving their little old dog singing to him - husband, wife, grandmother kneeling by the dog and finally the doggie started as well - what a picture of love - there is a competition between us - we compliment each other to be the most dogloving person - always complimenting the other party to be that and then having the title returned by kindness... well I should suggest you enter in this club
Love you Wilfie - I would cuddle you to bits - love from Southern Italy - Susanne, Daisy and Foxiie
SHE's been to the barbed wire museum....so why not a septic tank museum.
ReplyDeleteMust be the season for air problems.....Qantas staff are on a series of stoppages, too.
XXXOOO Daisy, Kendra & Bella
I guess I'm a traditionalist when it comes to pizza, because I thought that the Peanut Butter and Jelly Pizza on a menu where we ate a few weeks ago was pushing the envelope.
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ReplyDeletekisses to Wilf xo Susan, Samuel & Miss Winnie Dixon
Oh my, even more septic tanks! Your septic tank saga has kept me amused for months.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that you eventually made it to the front of the line so that you could have a reunion with Wilf and the Font. Love the description of Wilf under the table.
My friend recently lost her dog to old age and came to visit us (actually, mainly our dogs). One of the dogs "trumpeted" from the hind end, and my friend said that she missed the smell of dog farts in her house :) I think there will be a dog in that house before too long...
As cringe-worthy as the Pineapple-Canadian Bacon monstrosity offered across the pond.
ReplyDeleteThe halal one indeed raises an eyebrow...wonder what it would contain? Sounds like an interesting time in France Profounde! As always, Wilf looks dashing! Keep on going Wilf, darling boy!
ReplyDeleteWith love from your Canadian pals,
Dianna along with Tor, Willow and Tucker
A septic tank museum and salmon pizza? These things could only happen to you, Angus! I'm not sure if that amuses me more or if it's the idea of Wilf snoring and trumpeting under the table.
ReplyDeleteEven when you are away from home, there is always something going on there! :) Hugs for WIlf!
ReplyDeleteWoofs and Licks,
Maggie Mae
Halal pizza? Isn't that like the Muslim version of kosher? Does the pizzeria have separate food prep areas for the meat and dairy? For the halal and non-halal meats? Separate ovens for halal, non-halal and dairy pizzas? Or does it just mean 'no pork'? Interesting.
ReplyDeleteActually, a septic museum might help fund the seemingly endless exterior digging at the farmhouse. And who knows, you might have septic tanks that go back to the invention of the septic tank - which we now have to go look up. It could be an archaeological treasure.
Good to see Wilf still looking happy and eating well.
Jed & Abby
At least they're reasonably good at rugby
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