Allons enfants de la Patrie

July 14 already, eh? That makes it Bastille Day; I suppose that means that our Froggie chums will take the day off from various types of civil unrest and indulge in a day off. Pretty much like any other Wednesday, really, except without the barricades.

What with all the talk of snails yesterday and my general reluctance to get any work done, I think that I shall appoint myself an honorary Gaul for the day. I have some Françoise Hardy on my iPod and, I think, a song or two by Edith Piaf. I doubt that I shall be allowed a glass of Bordeaux at my desk, though and it’s some years since I stopped smoking and even longer since I smoked Gauloises. I refuse to wear a string of onions or a beret. The only hopped shirt I have is at home and anyway, Doncaster Rovers football shirts are not particularly Gallic.

This honorary French lark is harder to achieve than you might imagine. I shall daydream of Carla Bruni and leave it at that.

Allons enfants de la Patrie

July 14 already, eh? That makes it Bastille Day; I suppose that means that our Froggie chums will take the day off from various types of civil unrest and indulge in a day off. Pretty much like any other Wednesday, really, except without the barricades.

What with all the talk of snails yesterday and my general reluctance to get any work done, I think that I shall appoint myself an honorary Gaul for the day. I have some Françoise Hardy on my iPod and, I think, a song or two by Edith Piaf. I doubt that I shall be allowed a glass of Bordeaux at my desk, though and it’s some years since I stopped smoking and even longer since I smoked Gauloises. I refuse to wear a string of onions or a beret. The only hopped shirt I have is at home and anyway, Doncaster Rovers football shirts are not particularly Gallic.

This honorary French lark is harder to achieve than you might imagine. I shall daydream of Carla Bruni and leave it at that.

Throwing in the towel

Today on the way home we bought towels. THREE towels. Actually we bought two hand towels and something called a bath sheet. I have never heard of bath sheets before: it is a HUGE bath towel. It is imperial purple. Above all, it is soft.

We didn't think that we needed towels, but we did.

We have loads of towels of various shapes and sizes, but some of them have been inadvertently misplaced or misfiled or something. I know we brought them from The Carpathia, I know we unpacked them. I do not know where we put the and neither does ellefurtle. The missing towels were only some of the towels and we got by with what we had until the fateful day when all but one were in the laundry. Still the remaining towels remained stubbornly hidden, so all we had was the one towel. The RED towel.

This RED towel has been reserved for the use of Furtle. That's okay, by default I had my own towel - though where it has been stored, God only knows. So I showered and I used the only towel available.

Who knew GURLS' towels were so soft? Did anyone else? Not me. It seems that I have been drying off with sandpaper, while Furtle luxuriated in the soft coziness of the RED towel.

Well now. We have bought new towels. The secret is out. I have a PURPLE bath sheet and it is soft. I don't care where those other, rough scoury things are. I have a new towel.

Nyer.

Throwing in the towel

Today on the way home we bought towels. THREE towels. Actually we bought two hand towels and something called a bath sheet. I have never heard of bath sheets before: it is a HUGE bath towel. It is imperial purple. Above all, it is soft.

We didn't think that we needed towels, but we did.

We have loads of towels of various shapes and sizes, but some of them have been inadvertently misplaced or misfiled or something. I know we brought them from The Carpathia, I know we unpacked them. I do not know where we put the and neither does ellefurtle. The missing towels were only some of the towels and we got by with what we had until the fateful day when all but one were in the laundry. Still the remaining towels remained stubbornly hidden, so all we had was the one towel. The RED towel.

This RED towel has been reserved for the use of Furtle. That's okay, by default I had my own towel - though where it has been stored, God only knows. So I showered and I used the only towel available.

Who knew GURLS' towels were so soft? Did anyone else? Not me. It seems that I have been drying off with sandpaper, while Furtle luxuriated in the soft coziness of the RED towel.

Well now. We have bought new towels. The secret is out. I have a PURPLE bath sheet and it is soft. I don't care where those other, rough scoury things are. I have a new towel.

Nyer.