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Long tailed tit?

January 8, 2012

Before I set off to the golf course yesterday, to work, obviously,  not just for recreation or exercise, in my constant search for potential clients for Currencies Direct, I enquired of that nice lady decorator as to what activity she had in mind for the day. She said she had quite a few jobs to do including identifying which birds were visiting the now sorely depleted and slightly less than luxuriant pomegranate tree which is now doubling as a bird sanctuary.

Now call me old-fashioned but I do not see how looking at birds could be construed as work. If that is the case then I have spent a great deal more of my life working than I had previously thought. When I arrived home she excitedly revealed that amongst the feathered visitors to her bird sanctuary was a long-tailed tit. It gets worse as she went on to give me the bird over my writing of this daily column. She suggested that with a slight tweak of the spelling of the name of her ornithologist discovery, one could easily describe the style of writing I employ in this daily column. So now I have been blessed with another epithet, apparently I am now a long taled tit.

I admit that whilst amusing me it did ruffle my feathers a little, Ok that’s enough bird jokes, I don’t wan to get into trouble or I may end up in front of the beak.I have a picture today of the pomegranate tree festooned with the  various balls of bits of bird food languishing in between the old fruits but not a bird to be seen.

That nice decorators bird sanctuary, home to a long taled tit

Talking of old fruits, I see there was a comment yesterday from the Reverend Jeff implying that I may have been the perpetrator of the semi circular turd that would not flush which was causing his mother such angst prior to an expected visit by the vicar. I am afraid I had to poo-poo that suggestion. It is important toilet my readers know that is untrue.

Today, another day of splendid winter sunshine we are heading once again up to Gurdon, this time to do the really big walk up to the top of the plateau. Starting at 9 30am, just after dawn we expect it to take 2 hours. Guess what sort of picture you are going to get tomorrow.

Preparations are advancing for the trip to London later in the week to The France Show at Earls Court. My wonderful pull up poster designed by the redoubtable Paul Thornton Allan and The Big Picture will be ready on Thursday ready for the first day of the show on Friday. I have access to some free tickets should the very few of you who have not already purchased “Summer In The Cote D’Azur” wish to avail themselves of the opportunity to secure a signed copy. I shall be there for the full 3 days or until I have sold all 60 copies (as many as I can carry! – the bloody things are quite heavy, in fact I think from now on I will describe it as a heavyweight read) and am hoping that I do not have to bring too many back with me on Sunday evening.

Before that, lunch today with the godlike Zillah and Master Mariner Mundell to celebrate her birthday at their country retreat in the hills behind Plascassier. I have the feeling that there will be a number of bad influences in attendance and am thus looking forward to it. I am certain the Wingco for instance will be there.

As expected, there has been just too much to write about to include a full report of my singles match at the Grande Bastide yesterday. Suffice to say it was cut due to lack of space.

Chris France

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