Indeed, we were thrilled to set off on our adventure, until we realised that not everyone would be joining us.
Saying goodbye to Ninni, Babar and Nigella was a terrible blow for morale and I'm man enough to admit that I shed a few tears.
Fortunately, the monkey was sufficiently in charge of his emotions to manouver the vehicle down the Hume.
And after stretching my legs and visiting a roadside diner I felt quite restored.
Although I do believe Rick Stein was right when he asked: "Why should only the French enjoy good roadside dining?" Luckily the views from my penthouse were sufficent to erase such petty quibbles.
I would fill you in on more of our adventures in the big smoke, but who can resist the lure of in-house movies?
5 comments:
we're pleased to see that a lean beef burger and a few chips got you over your emotional crisis at leaving the berra behind and are happily settled into your temporary big smoke mansion.
nini's needs are equally easily satisfied - a few crunchy doggy bites, a long walk and a sleep in front of tv on someone's lap and all's well with the world.
quel adventure! i'm glad to see that young edgar has adopted the ninny and babar nomenclature. by the way, does the monkey have a name? if not, can i suggest "bibibowee"? (remember eddi bibibowee? edgar and accomplice could be ed 'n bibibowee that way)
cheerio and keep on bloggin.
ps he's so cute!
ok, enough lounging around watching in-house movies - we want more photos! xxx vwr
ps i only just realised that in the comment by audnaid, "nini" does not in fact refer to my mother (aka "ninny"), and her liking for doggy bites and a sleep on someone's lap...
For a moment there I thought young Edgar had taken to referring to his father as "the monkey". Even if he hasn't, I think I will. Hope life in the big city is fun!
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