Bits and pieces from my short break to France

Now, before especially our part time European friends from the British Isles fear the worst:

no, there isn't another 'Hastings' to fear.

The French, I found out, have no boats which were able to swim on the water



This here seems to be a rather ridiculous idea of crossing the Channel



And here you'll notice two more of such ideas:

by car (I watch that: they drove it away later!) and by bicycle (notice here: didn't work either!)

And the other natives I saw obviously were trying to dig another tunnel - that defenately will last until it is finished!




As said earlier on other threads: quite a lot of British were there as well.


But instead of picturing the view from my hotel in the old fashioned like this Suffolk lady did it in the hotel's street café



I used my camera (here: from my room exactly above said lady)

So I stayed in St. Valery sur Somme, which is in Picardie in this hotel



(actually a 'night shot' :wink: ).

I made, however, trips up to the North and down to Normandy as well - over "the border" of those neighbouring regions.

I'll post some more photos, after I've had my sleep .... and scanned them.

Watching with interest, Walter

Well, Letty, you'll have to wait now - a bit ... for the other pieces

Sleep well, Walter.

Thanks - but you should tell it the mosquitos as well!!!

You mean you Germans don't have mosquito netting? Ah, Walter. You be funny. Actually, We are under a flood watch here. Wonder where I can get one of those French boats.

The German officers crossed the Rhine
Parlez-vous....

(old British folk song)

BM

A Mademoiselle from Armentieres,
Parlez Vous?
A Mademoiselle from Armentieres,
Parlez Vous?

A Mademoiselle from Armentieres,
She hadn't been hugged in forty years,

Hinky-dinky, parlez vous?

Do you speak Hinky-dinky, McTag

Ah yes, Letty.
That's the genteel and polite version of the same song.

Goodnight all, it's gone midnight now.

Does Mrs. Walter know about you being above said lady?

damn just tuned in and you've all gone to bed

so am i

gnite

I can tell; this is going to be a fun evening, ehBeth. While Walter and McTag are asleep, let's bash 'em.

Said lady has just a kiss of the hops.

but I like these boys ... can't we mash on 'em instead of bashing them?

Ok, then, which one do you want to mash first.

McTag said that it had gone midnight, so how about:



I was working in the lab, late one night,
When my eyes beheld, an eerie sight.
For my monster from his slab began to rise,
And suddenly, to my surprise,

He did the mash, He did the monster mash
The monster mash, It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash, It caught on in a flash
He did the mash, He did the monster mash

From my laboratory in the castle east,
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast,
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes,
To get a jolt, from my electrode

They did the mash They did the monster mash
The Monster mash It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash It caught on in a flash
They did the mash They did the monster mash

The zombies were having fun, the party had just begun.
The guests included Wolfman, Dracula and his son.

The scene was rocking, all were digging the sounds,
Igor on chains backed by his baying hounds,
The coffin draggers were about to arrive,
With their vocal group, the crypt kicker five

They played the mash They played the monster mash
The monster mash It was a graveyard smash
They played the mash It caught on in a flash
They played the mash They played the monster mash

Out from his coffin Drac's voice did ring,
It seems he was troubled by just one thing,
He opened the lid and shook his fist and said,
"Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist"?

It's now the mash It's now the monster mash
The monster mash And it's a graveyard smash,
It's now the mash It's caught on in a flash,
It's now the mash It's now the monster mash.

Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band
And my monster mash, is the hit of the land,
For you the living this mash was meant too
When you get to my door tell them Boris sent you.

Then you can mash Then you can monster mash
The Monster mash And do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash You'll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash Then you can monster mash

I was thinking of mashing - like sending a mash note.



<or is Miss Letty too young to know about things like mash notes?>

A mash note, ehBeth? Heh! Heh! Never heard of it, honey. The only mash that I have heard of is the kind one makes canajun liquor out of.

mash notes are sort of like mushy notes..