Thursday, December 25, 2008

Merry Christmas: nothing whatever to do with Crickley, & very silly indeed ...

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... but fun.  The Parker family were en vacances en famille near Semur-en-Auxois in April 1976 when my father brought the car screeching to a halt at the sight of some goats. He was very fond of goats for some inexplicable reason: they were, I think, the only animals that would have caused him to stop. He was otherwise always pretty determined to get wherever we were going and at great speed. 

The unexpected occurred: one of the two goats leapt over the fence and started tap dancing on the bonnet. No other beast than a goat would have been tolerated in such appalling behaviour: my father was very proud of his cars and always kept them spotless. His rather sweet prejudice in favour of goats would have been the only thing that would have let him get beyond the thought of the scratches on the bonnet.  A sheep or a dog would have been given pretty short shrift but the goat was allowed to dance aways to its heart's content.

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