Humming Bird
I’m always going on about how she hums. Continuously. How she hums a gruesome French nursery rhyme. How she hums Gentille Alouette! All the time!
Well since the week before Christmas when she started fighting for her life in intensive care, one of the things I missed most was that annoying French tune! She returned just after Christmas but went immediately into solitary confinement downstairs, in her cell!... to avoid me giving her Covid. And no humming filled the air.
But today I realised she’s recovering. Today was a real humdinger.... (emphasis on ‘hum’!)
Dinger-dong! She’s back! (Thank goodness!)
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Frenchie over 2 years ago
Oh I am so, so glad you have your Alouette back humming ☺️🌹 I was really worried when no drabbles from you for a few days. In normal circumstances, we get all busy but these days are no normal circumstances.
Happy that Mrs H. Is better ❤️ Phew! -
Frenchie over 2 years ago
For non french speakers or who don’t know that particular nursery rhyme, there is no nothing gentle or tender in “Alouette, gentille alouette”. 🤣 He (whoever he is) is going to pluck her feathers one by one and eat her while saying how sweet she is 🤣 yeah!
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Glad to hear that Mrs H is doing better. Hope you recovered too, Neville.
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Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Thanks Verity. Although I had Covid, I had no symptoms whatsoever... except missing and worrying about my wife! It hasn’t improved my golf though🥴
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Take care you both!!
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Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Thanks Verity.
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Frenchie over 2 years ago
💗 better times ahead :-)
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Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Hope so...
