Well that’s the end of the Cider with Rosie idyll, then. This morning my wife went up to the village shop with our daughter to get the newspaper. (I stayed at home blogging, of course.) A few minutes later, she returned, red-faced, with a giggling daughter. What happened? I asked. Apparently, she (my wife) had pointed at the Chupa Chupp display on the counter and asked our daughter loudly which willy she would like. Laughter from both (male) shopkeeper and daughter, possibly for different reasons (I hope).
Mind you, while they were out I had a minor embarrassment of my own. I was blogging in front of a large window, which faces onto the street, with a three quarters-full bottle of wine beside me in order to describe it for Drunk Mummy. I turned round and found a group outside looking in, their eyes moving slowly from me to the bottle and back in true cartoon style.
Now we have been exposed as crazed nympho and desperate dipso we may be leaving sooner than we envisaged.
Wednesday, 11 April 2007
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You may find that instead of being shunned by the village community, you and your wife may get invited to a few 'soirees' as a result. Whatever you do, hang on to your car keys!
Thank you for your wine recommendation, (I have now found the comment!)I look forward to sampling it very soon.
There's a story attached to that, but I would have to relate it more directly and even then it wouldn't end up being funny at all probably.
I noticed they'd sold out of that Riesling in the Waitrose (Cotswolds branch) that we were in today. But they currently have a 'French Week' on or somesuch and French Rieslings and Pinot Noirs for around the same price. Happy drinking...
Yes, indeed. Hang onto your car keys and avoid eye contact with neighbours who grow pampass grass in their front garden! The stories I could tell you...
Dulwich mum, an honour to see your very elegant handbag here.
Yes! I can see the Pampas in a neighbour's garden now! Mind you, there's a palm tree next door: what that says about their particular peccadillos I hate to think.
I have been to Dulwich recently to visit my sister. How you negotiate Brixton Water and Lordship Lanes I have no idea, or perhaps you leave it to the au pair.
Sorry that I was under the mis understanding that you lived in the Cotswolds - never mind - maybe you will one day. There are very few village idiots in the Cotswolds nowadays - only Hooray Henrys - I do hope you are not one of those. If anyone wants to meet the 'traditional village idiot' you have to travel further West. West of the river into deepest Gloucestershire. It's not been the same there since their last intellectual died. (Dennis Potter). If you reach Wales you have gone to far.
Or indeed Laurie Lee... Rest assured tt, the village idiots I was referring to were my wife and me!
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