Dandelion thief caught in the act

With the wine flowing in the pav last night, that nice lady decorator demanded music.  We have one of the first Ipods ever made (I think it has valves) which means it is something less than reliable unless you talk to it nicely. If you then add to the mix her distrust of anything vaguely technical, and her patience which reduces exponentially with each glass of wine consumed, and that lunch had turned into dinner and then degenerated into the pav you will realise that I did well to prevent said Ipod being thrown together with its docking station, into the swimming pool.

Once I had taken command of the situation and the technology I was directed as to what music to select. Our house guests, The Savins, hearts’ lie in the 50’s and 60’s whilst that nice lady decorator gravitates towards the 70’s and later so eventually I found the Traveling Wilberrys, an album made by George Harrison, Roy Orbison and Bob Dylan, icons from the correct eras with an album made in the 80’s which seemed to find favour. All was well until Peter Savin asked if the singer was Bob the Builder, not spotting the immediately identifiable voice of Bob Dylan. That’s when the trouble started.

“Its Dylan” she said and his “Wasn’t he in the Magic Roundabout” did not go down well either. I eventually managed to steer the musical direction down a less contentious route and order was restored.

Earlier in the week I had taken this picture of that nice lady decorator gleefully clutching a huge bunch of dandelions which she had scrumped from some poor souls garden. I am sure there must be a valid reason for her gathering up these weeds but cannot immediately think of one.

Tea leaf

Before the water music scenario outlined in the first paragraph, and the ability cogently to argue and discuss important developments in world affairs was eroded by alcohol, we had been discussing the euro and its possible demise, and, in my opinion, the certainty of a Greek default and how much Currencies Direct might benefit once we have the return of the Drachma, the Peseta the Franc and the Lire. But what of Greek euros? When the Greeks default, what would be the effect on the Greek euro notes and coins? Would they still have any value? This sent everyone scurrying to their wallets and purses to check their money. Euro coins are normally identifiable from which country they emanate as each nation has its own markings on one side, and euros have been crossing borders for years. I was surprised to find several Spanish and a couple of Italian coins in my pocket. So what would happen? Are euro notes similarly identifiable? I think we need to know,

Sometimes there is a certain karma to events. Yesterday that nice lady decorator decided to cook two chickens. I said there was no point, one would be enough for our needs with lunch on the beach today at Juan Les Pins with man mountain Peachy Butterfield scheduled, and a minor disagreement unfolded. Imagine my amazement this morning when I was dispatched to make the early morning tea to find the untouched cooked chicken no longer residing in its tray, and nowhere to be seen, and with horrid hound Banjo smacking his lips and surrounded by chicken bones. Instant karma, he will have his arse royally kicked by that nice lady decorator when she sees the mess shortly! How satisfying.

Ok, now to the golf yesterday… Hang on, I have written my customary 600 words and run out of space, maybe tomorrow…

Chris France