"I'll admit I may have seen better days,
but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail,
like a salted
Friday, 25 March 2011
Sorrel and Constance
Mum in law Sorrel has rather refined sensibilities. She copes generally very well with the over activity of a house load of terriers but I suspected quite rightly that the rather robust farting, belching, snoring and throat clearing of an asthmatic sounding bulldog , would be just a little too much for her to cope with.
Their first meeting didn't go too well!
a face a mother-in-law couldn't love
Sorrel sat on the couch demurely as Constance bulldozed her way through the throng to give the newcomer the once over with eager little piggy eyes and a somewhat sputum filled smile. She sniffed loudly and with the loudest of grunts belched then cleared a mouthful of goo from a mouth the size of a gin trap.
Sorrel looked faintly nauseous by this performance and her face was a picture....as she looked exactly like Maggie Smith's Dowager Countess from Downton Abby. (you know her famous "There's a bad smell under my nose" kind of expression used in most of her latter day movies)
The meeting therefore was a bit of a standoff.
Sorrel continued with her tea and with a bored fart of defiance Constance stalked off to the kitchen alone
Something makes me think that they are not going to be the best of friends
Mother and Son
This morning Chris and Sorrel are off shopping in the historic city of Chester which is only a short train ride over the English border. Clothes shopping leaves me rather cold, so I have passed on the traditional troll through Brown's of Chester and will spend the morning digging and weeding