Balades et Ballades with Charlotte, Philippe and Georges

Last Tuesday Charlotte make new friend call Philippe Forcioli. Philippe is poet, singer, storyteller and good bloke. He make some CD albums and write books. If you click on pic, you can see he website and follow links to his oeuvre.
So propriétaire spend spellbind hour or two in audience, under oak beam roof, with candle flame and 1er mai lily-of-valley and cuckoo sing outside. He listen to song of Georges Brassens, poem of Paul Fort, and Philippe's poetry and stories of seasons, trees, mobylette of désert donkey, of bread and of wine and cherry time...
After, poet man chat with propriétaire about his visit in England, when he go to see football team call Wolves with friend of he. Propriétaire say many thanks to Annick and Bernard and all of they friends for warming welcome and crêpes and galettes and tartes aux pommes.
I tell propriétaire next time maybe park me on bloody parking and not on grass in bend of road.
He say me to stop complain and look HERE for a smile with Georges BRASSENS...

What is Bloody Point?

You remember last winter, on coldest day when propriétaire have to change my points? I forget to tell you that he have small accident with the self-tappy screw which hold on my aluminium grill with two goldy chevron.

He swear quite a lot, then when blooding stop with old table napkin, he make arty-farty picture to say we both friends again now.

I say him again really, he need to get one life.

But with new points, now my speedometer make more than one hundred kilomètres hour. Downing the hill of course. Incroyable.
To cheer up propriétaire, I tell him to click on his smiley points pic here to see real Italian Job...

Gallows Humeur

Today propriétaire take photo of arty-farty spring flower near to Les Chaffauds piggy farm.
He say me "Charlotte, did you know Les Chaffauds name come from "L'Echaffaud", which mean "Gallows"? Because in old times they hang people in this village.
I tell him to leave gory stories to me.
Then he say "you just tick over here, and I kneeling down in grass to take arty-farty pic".
Just when he make picture, I say him "what about you get on that internet thingy and order me new front bumper plasticky trim, because mine now forty-two year old and a bit fall off the middle."
He laughing when he get back behind steering wheel. "Steering wheel cracking up, too" I tell him.
He say something about spring in air, and how he always cracking up when he out with me.
I think he try to funny. So I make engine no ticky over, and he have to talk nice to me so I start again.
And not leave him stuck downwindy of two thousand piggy shed. Spring not only thing in air around here.

Vis Platinées, Vice Caché?..

For many winter week I tell propriétaire I need new points. (Vis platinées). He say me "Charlotte, you just being bipolaire bi-cylindre as usual, no bloomin'worry"
On Saturday I show him: coldest day of year in afternoon I make cough on one cylinder, then no cylinder at all. "Who you call bi-cylindre now?" I say him.
He go get trailer and proper flash Xantia estate (only 450 000 kms clock), then blow in breathe bag for pock-face gendarme next to church while he winch me on. Gendarme he not smile because just zero reading. He just say "attrapez le tube" and leave propriétaire plastic pipe, which propriétaire put on big parcel shelf of Charlotte while he think some smartarse use for bit of disposable breathe-tube. I give him one idea or two. .
We laughing and me and propriétaire friends again.

Charlotte and Nearly Sunset

Today mon propriétaire drive me five kilomètres to sunset. He say me "Charlotte, sunset with winter bluesky mistletoe in peuplier trees very atmosphérique".

Only problem: he arrive five minute too late because he stop to talk to he friend Roger in wine cellar.

I tell you about joke they make pretty soon.

To compense for no sun, I make yellow feature with headlamp from 1971, when all cars in France must have this colour. Now I am only one, so everybody recognising me when after dark time comes. Propriétaire think this is "original" and "vintage".

I tell him to get one life.

Charlotte and Shitlagoon

Today mon propriétaire take photo of me in front of shitlagoon. We have very raining winter this year. Now with come of spring, shitlagoon will overflood into river when farmer man do dambuster with smart new tractor, and poop wave will take away many oxygène for fishes.

Mon propriétaire make quiet word with farmer man, who nod to him with mask of smile and call him French for "tête de dick rosbif" in his head. I just make raspberry from exhaust.

And nobody don't smell nothing...