Opening time was 6.00. I was at the head of the queue and he didn’t turn up. When did you do those sketches Maw? You haven’t double crossed us have you??
Actually everybody/ is very quiet- silent in wonder at the sex god that is Colin Firth or necking the Demoiselle along with a packet of cheesy Wotsits?
I do not make a habit of following men with furry yellow balls (although in court Federer claimed differently) but I think a rare exception can be made for Matteo Berrettini. My goodness, he’s pretty.
On a serious note, reading today about censuses (a girl has to do something for distraction while Colin is in the vicinity), I came across this 1911 census form spoiled by suffragettes. And quite right too.
Less than an hour to go before we open our paintboxes.
Have noticed a disturbing phenomenon on The good shop filet des grandmères.. you just mention that have a bit of a “chose “ for Mr Firth and he is then taken over by all (mainly Maw) and sundry. Just don’t don’t do it when I invite Berettini (Matteo to me) to salire a bordo?⛴❤️
Miss Elizabeth Bennet and Mr Darcy look alarmed as eight Valkyries lead by the Queen of the Valkyries (Brünnhilde to her friends) storm the shades of Pemberley. No polluting here Lady Catherine de Bourgh. Everything repurposed. Wine bottles, plastic, survival suits, old bits of duct tape …
I am in propinquity with Mr Firth who is currently dripping wet. Please do not let Brogan cut it up to make a puffy dress. We need it over here to keep Colin warm if I am not to have to cancel this evening's life class.
Oh, c'mon ladies people! What we needs is propinquity propriety. By items, I was referring to clothing/materials/fabric...
There is plenty to be had. Look round the back of the Villa, some belting furnishings in the discard skip, see what I have found in one of those little boats dangling over the side. Um, pvc?. Lovely.
I think that pompous old prude Cecil Sharp took it to try to tape shut the mouths of the women singing rude folk songs yesterday. Failed, obviously.
Luckily, over in Port St Louis, the Festival of Duct Tape is still going strong. Those dull men know how to party. Rick Bland has sent further samples - of tape not dull men - just to be clear.
Are people planning to make a raft from discarded water bottles and other plastic detritus in case they need to abandon ship?
There appears to be confusion over who's still floating and who's on dry land. I am in the latter camp, currently enjoying a light lunch on the terrace of the Hotel Villa Gallici with a white-shirted Colin Firth. Someone appears to have dumped an old Lidl trolley in the swimming pool. He has promised to dive in to retrieve it.
I blame it on you all. I've just come out of the coiffeur's talking about ? ? and I've ended up with a beehive bouffant à la Brigitte - no, not Manu's Brigitte, BB. What is it with the French and back combing? Facial next stop.