Tres belated felicitations mon cher ami and Moi hopes that the jours have been kind to tou as well as the Gods. It has been une fraught temp here but non muchas to show pour it but we did ales vous ent last night pour une Indian meal. It was tres bella and they were so pleased to see us after une long absence from there. We like to try different place each temp rather than eating at the same place each temp and this way everyone is happy and we do not get in that rut of being expected to eat in une place all the temp. They know us all over the area pour this reason and last annum when Moi was having problems following surgery and needing hot curries the word got around. Each different place we ate in they put mega amounts of chillies in everything, including in one place the rice, just so it would help Moi and this was so wonderful that they all cared enough to remember to make the meal hot pour mon persona.
Still that is history and we enjoyed the meal. On the way home we caught the charabang and une young lady was driving it. There were dos young hombres sitting at the front of the bus who were obviously amigos of hers. This was bon and they should have had seatbelts on pas que the speed the young lady was driving made them slip all over the place. Actually she was the most expert driver Moi has come across in years pas que there are some awful driver around and although she was going fast she was doing it safely. Non, mon cher ami, she was not breaking the speed limit but some drivers have non chance to put the ped down so maybe they get out of the habit.
Aujour mon lateral step machine arrived just as the last of the swifts were training to head of south. Moi thought they had already flown but aujour when hanging the sheets on the line Moi looked up to see them ducking and diving around with gay abandon. Actually the whole bird population seemed to be acting in a crazy manner even the thrushes stayed put in the jardin as Moi pegged the washing out. So either they trusted Moi or they were enfants and had non become aware of danger. They were eating plumbs again but as there has non been muchas sol this annum the plumbs are non ripening up quickly so they are non as sweet. Oh well.
The poor washing was rather flaccid in the still air but the sweet robin who has totally ripened up was sitting in the mort larch singing worse than Moi on une bad jour so it only goes to show that practice is essential in all walks of vive. Even the enfant Bleu tit sitting alongside him flew on in disgust at the noise. Oh, Moi felt pour la Robin pas que he was just doing the best he could with the experience he had.
Well, it has been une long jour with non muchas to show pour it but the man over the road called with a load of runner beans and showed his war wound. He has just had surgery pour the removal of une lump on the neck but has another to replace it. Unfortunately he fumees and even now has non given it up. He makes Moi laugh as he has fumeed pour annums and then asks Husbandito Numero Uno to purchase all manner of health foods pour him. This is after reading that agave or Heaven knows what other thing is bon pour la persona. However he keeps on fuming and Moi cannon see the logic in eating semi healthily and then non knocking the worst thing on the tete. Well, this probably une subjective subject and Moi has non business commenting pas que Moi quaffs vino tinto and then takes all manner of supplements but Moi does non over indulge in the vino tinto every jour of the week although it may sound like it. Mon liver is tres precious to Moi.
Well, now Moi must get sorted pour the night then feed the badgers if they have called yet. Let Moi have a look. Excuse Moi una momento mon cher ami. Oh mon cher, the food had gone and Moi was just throwing more food out and then when Moi went to throw the grapes out there he was chomping the food just thrown out. So Moi threw the grapes out uno at a temp and he picked up the piece of bread he was eating and scampered into the thicket to eat it. Now Moi needs to wait pour him to ales vous ent before throwing anymore out otherwise he will be totally like the crows and overweight. So anyway mon cher ami, Moi wishes tou all the best pour the rest of this jour and hope that tou have sweetest dreams when tou finally hit the sack pas que Moi will non be long before the hammock is hit. Nigh t Night and God bless tou always mon cher ami.
