Tuesday, 12 June 2007
I have a confession to make , I lied and I have been having my ankles nipped ever since by irrate correspondence ... being a good girl and dragged up from the best of backgrounds I must therefore put up my hand and call "Mia Culpa", well I would if I could spell in latin, so since I can not I shall say "I am guilty" instead.I have hardly slept a wink since laden with guilt as I am!
Silly me, Of course Un peu Loufoque is true, I thought that you would all realise I was merely jesting when I said she was imanginary! How on earth do you think someone as simple as I could make up anything so complex as the loufoque household and their daily struggles? Where, but in Un peu's dust ridden diaries hidden in the attics of our home, and found by myself wrapped in an old peackock taffeta evening gown stored inside a wooden packing case marked sproggets and wiggets in appalling handwriting and covered in stamps from railway stations across the length and breadth of France, could I discover the truth about Loics leg joints, chief Patissiers long standing friendship with Antoine and the Mayors problem with turkish Raki? Not to mention fatima and the local girls clog dancing their version of the seven veils?
I should have known you were all far to clever to be fooled by my pretence at writing such things myself! I promise the rest of my eight points about me are true..mind you I am a visual thinker, and when you think in pictures it is sometuimes hard to decipher which image is a true memory and which just an image..what's that? Oh Madame Grognonne says she is very real and any one who does not think so is quiet welcome to pop over for some Kendo pratise with her anytime ( I always thought Kendo was a brand of inferior coffee, but I am confused now as I can not see how you can practise coffee.. but then like un peu I am not awfully domesticated...)
Must go now Youngest has got Loic in the garden propped agaisnt a tree with an apple in his mouth and is doing his archery practise! If Chief Patissier comes home to find Loic impailed against the apple tree there will be hell to pay, after all he did give up his sunday to get him a new leg! Is there ever a quiet moment in this house!!
And just to prove how real they are I found this photograph in the grenier amongst some old oil paints and discarded jars of absinthe and thought you might be interested. On the back written in pencil it says Madame Loufoque and her son..The date is indesicpherable but is 1890 something so I must presume it is Chief Patissiers sadly lamented brother and his mother. On closer insepction he does seem to be wearing a skirt so I suppose it could be Chief Patissier himself, or it might just be baggy trousers.