WHAT! What is SHE talking about? I can hear YOU! All saying "daft bird, 101 what?".. well, what springs to YOUR grey cells upon hearing a hundred and one.. come along now, wake up, YOU are supposed to be reading MY Blog.. not idling about..
A hundred and one Dalmations! Don't YOU remember all those puppies.. and Cruela de Ville.. hisssss.
Years ago.. when the family lived in Kent, they had an enchanting dog covered in those black spots, his Kennel name was some wonderfully extravagant number of names all strung together as his pedigree was inpeccable.. the same could not be said for his very norty habit of jumping into the pig sty to play with those equally norty piggies!
So his known name was Nicholas, reduced to Nicky but known by the whole village as Ridiculous Nicholas!
A more charming canine person it would be impossible to meet but he had a major defect / disadvantage, for he was completely deaf.. only one of those impossible-to-hear-whistles was able to reach his inner ear (or brain) as Hugo was rather rudely known to say.
And unless he was facing YOU and saw arms beckoning, well, he would just trundle off to do what norty Dalmations do, which, more often than not, was to jump into piggy styes and help them to scoff their lunch!
WE wrote a Tale a very long time ago about Eleanor Corfe, she lived very close to HER family and was a great friend of Constance. During fruit picking time, everyone would stop for lunch, it would come to wherever the pickers were working on a long wheel based trailer.
After lunch she would say "ok, children, off you go but be back here at six of the clock and don't go near the lake..".
The lake was, in fact, directly in front of the house where HER family lived.. no one knew exactly how deep it was but it was certainly quite wide and almost circular. With willow trees on one side and bullrushes around the edge.
One summer's evening, mobiles / cellphones did not exist in those days, one of the farm hands, who had been doing the horses came out to the orchard squealing with laughter, shouting "Mr. Hugo has been on the phone Eleanor, everyone is to go quickly to the house".
So everyone downed baskets and ran across the orchard, into the lane and up the drive..to be met by the sight of Hugo who was sitting in the drive by the side of the lake rocking with laughter!
And he was pointing to the lake, where, right in the middle but with the water only just up to his belly, stood their Spotted Dog.
Ridiculous Nicholas.. the brave adventurer had walked into the lake and shown that all it really was, was a grown up puddle.
When Eleanor asked HER why SHE thought he had done it, the answer came very swiftly from his seven year old owner, "he is deaf, he never heard YOU say don't go near the lake".
Ahh.. the reasoning and sense of a seven year old..
SHE is as deaf as an old post too but strangely enough is able to hear when I mumble or mutter under MY breath, I have just mumbled about cashew nuts and grapes, it is time for them to appear, SHE has been out most of today working (having fun) so now it is time for OUR fun time.
So sorry.. SHE has lent the article by Michel Roux Sr. to someone, so it will be posted tomorrow.
GeeGee Parrot.
February 4th, 2014.
A hundred and one Dalmations! Don't YOU remember all those puppies.. and Cruela de Ville.. hisssss.
Years ago.. when the family lived in Kent, they had an enchanting dog covered in those black spots, his Kennel name was some wonderfully extravagant number of names all strung together as his pedigree was inpeccable.. the same could not be said for his very norty habit of jumping into the pig sty to play with those equally norty piggies!
So his known name was Nicholas, reduced to Nicky but known by the whole village as Ridiculous Nicholas!
A more charming canine person it would be impossible to meet but he had a major defect / disadvantage, for he was completely deaf.. only one of those impossible-to-hear-whistles was able to reach his inner ear (or brain) as Hugo was rather rudely known to say.
And unless he was facing YOU and saw arms beckoning, well, he would just trundle off to do what norty Dalmations do, which, more often than not, was to jump into piggy styes and help them to scoff their lunch!
WE wrote a Tale a very long time ago about Eleanor Corfe, she lived very close to HER family and was a great friend of Constance. During fruit picking time, everyone would stop for lunch, it would come to wherever the pickers were working on a long wheel based trailer.
After lunch she would say "ok, children, off you go but be back here at six of the clock and don't go near the lake..".
The lake was, in fact, directly in front of the house where HER family lived.. no one knew exactly how deep it was but it was certainly quite wide and almost circular. With willow trees on one side and bullrushes around the edge.
One summer's evening, mobiles / cellphones did not exist in those days, one of the farm hands, who had been doing the horses came out to the orchard squealing with laughter, shouting "Mr. Hugo has been on the phone Eleanor, everyone is to go quickly to the house".
So everyone downed baskets and ran across the orchard, into the lane and up the drive..to be met by the sight of Hugo who was sitting in the drive by the side of the lake rocking with laughter!
And he was pointing to the lake, where, right in the middle but with the water only just up to his belly, stood their Spotted Dog.
Ridiculous Nicholas.. the brave adventurer had walked into the lake and shown that all it really was, was a grown up puddle.
When Eleanor asked HER why SHE thought he had done it, the answer came very swiftly from his seven year old owner, "he is deaf, he never heard YOU say don't go near the lake".
Ahh.. the reasoning and sense of a seven year old..
SHE is as deaf as an old post too but strangely enough is able to hear when I mumble or mutter under MY breath, I have just mumbled about cashew nuts and grapes, it is time for them to appear, SHE has been out most of today working (having fun) so now it is time for OUR fun time.
So sorry.. SHE has lent the article by Michel Roux Sr. to someone, so it will be posted tomorrow.
GeeGee Parrot.
February 4th, 2014.
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