So this one goes out to all three of my die hard fans. Did you ever read my blog about la marche and did you ever get to the end of it? Well done you! If you did then you read the bit about the guys who took our photo and asked whether they could use it in a competition. And how we giggled in a coquettish way, secretly delighted that someone would take a photo of wrinkly us. Well maybe I didn’t admit that we were secretly delighted.
……well anyhoo the cheeky minxes went and entered it in the photo competition and it went and won!
And because they are lovely people they sent it to us via email and even called over just before the Christmas holidays with a ginormous version of it in a frame. Et le voila just below!!!
Of course when they came over I was on my own drinking wine and eating pasta and watching the Big Bang Theory. As I smiled at them in thanks with blacky wine teeth I felt like reassuring them and explaining why I was lounging around in expander pants with pasta in my hair and he was out painting the town red without me.
But of course I didn’t because one must never justify unnecessarily. But I did wonder whether they felt their muse(s) hadn’t really lived up to the romantic shmooziness we were oozing at la marche….
So now every time I walk past it – which is A-lot because it is on a cupboard beside the kitchen and the beer is in the fridge in the kitchen – it does occur to me the odd time omigerd the pressure. We now have to live up to this goddamn happy couple photo.
Recently himself has come up with an interesting solution to the problem and has started a display of his favourite whisky boxes also located on top of the cupboard. So while we can still partially see it we are also distracted by the lovely boxes and I must say it eases the pressure.
Another photo that the lovely people took.
p.S. the building to the left on the top floor is one of the apartments we would have loved to rent but missed because we were too honest with the estate agency (we told them how many kids we have and how we would turn one of the living rooms into a bedroom etc. feckin eejits we are).