18 – A Blustery Day


Dear Lucy,

Although it’s been a fairly mild winter, Millie and I are quite ‘cheesed-off’ with the recent high winds.  Last week a near disaster occurred whilst popping down the local shops for some brioche buns.

Just as we were approaching the bakery a strong blast caught us unawares, shooting us upwards onto the roof of Mrs Bun’s establishment.  Fearful that we were trying to pinch her TV ariel, Mrs Bun came racing out waving two large loaves and demanding we come down at once before she call the police.  Before we could protest our innocence another blast blew the afore mentioned comestibles clean out of Mrs Bun’s paws and into the yapping mouth of an unexpectant Pip.  Mrs Bun promptly demanded we pay for the loaves and Millie told her to “get stuffed” adding further that if she hadn’t been waving her bloomers around in high winds Pip wouldn’t have thought them a snack.

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Thankfully, before things turned ugly, Millie and Mrs Bun began to see the funny side and we all had a good laugh.


To avoid any more blustery calamities, we decided to take a short break at the ‘Vauvert’ guest house, circa August 1954.  Being height of season the guest house is fully booked but proprietress Mrs Le Blancq has provided us with comfortable accommodation at an old dolls house in her attic room.  After turning the house toward the window we now have the benefit of a sea view.  The plumbing seems to be blocked but fortunate for us the toilet bowl comes away from the wall for ease of emptying out the window in the morning.

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The Vauvert is a bit pricey but we’ve managed to save 1/- by having a hot bath whilst Mrs Le Blancq is out visiting her sister each evening.  If we open the windows in good time the telltale steam wafts out to sea before she returns for room inspections.  A cunning plan that has afforded us the luxury of having enough holiday funds for bread and butter with cake at 4.30 every day.

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Slight panic on Wednesday when, preoccupied with a game of catch, we failed to notice the tide wash our deck chairs and towels out to sea.  The removal of towels from Vauvert is strictly prohibited, so what with ours drifting off in the direction of Calais, we were forced to spend the afternoon shopping for replacements.





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