It wasn't long before they were all back in the Kia Rio, heading for Mrs Hume's apartment with an enormous serve of fish and chips wrapped up in white paper.
Ouch it's hot! said Farky, who had offered to hold the fish and chips on his lap. Only, as he soon discovered, he did not have a lap.
Ouch ! Ouch! he cried.
Give it to me, said The VeloDrone. I don't know why you wanted to hold it in the first place.
So I could smell it! whined Farky pathetically.
We can all smell it, wherever it is, said Mrs Hume. This is a very small car.
Soon they were inside Mrs Hume's apartment, with the lights and the heater on, and the table set with four plates for the fish and chips.
Where's my plate? asked Farky.
On the floor in the kitchen, said Mrs Hume.
Mother, said Le Bon David. I must insist that you treat Farky as one of us. He is a member of Team Philosophe.
Alright, David, said his mother. But I must say it is against all reason.
Farky sat up to the table and began to wolf down his fish and chips. Sweezus did the same. Le Bon David and the VeloDrone waited for Mrs Hume to begin eating.
Why have I got so many chips? asked Mrs Hume. Has someone put some of theirs on my plate when I wasn't looking?
No mother, said Le Bon David. Why would anyone do that?
Would anyone like any bread? continued Mrs Hume, spearing a chip with her fork.
No! said Team Philosophe.
For a time, a chomping silence reigned.
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
A Slight Delay
Fish and chips! shouted Farky, when they finally reached the bottom of the hill. And don't we deserve it!
Yes, well actually, said Le Bon David, there's just something we have to do first.
What's that? asked The VeloDrone.
We must go to the airport and pick up Mother, said Le Bon David. I promised I'd meet her when she flew in from the Gold Coast.
What! On our bicycles? What about her luggage? asked The VeloDrone.
Don't worry, I've hired a car, said Le Bon David.
They cycled to the car hire office and picked up Le Bon David's car. It was a white Kia Rio.
Bit small, muttered Sweezus. How are we all going to fit in?
Easily, said Le Bon David. Leave your bikes over there and pile in.
Why does she have to arrive at tea time? When are we going to eat? grumbled Farky, whose stomach was growling.
Soon, said Le Bon David, as he stepped on the gas.
They got to the airport in good time. Le Bon David's mother was just walking up the ramp into 'arrivals'.
Hello Mother! said Le Bon David. How was your holiday?
Never mind that, said his mother. Who are these PEOPLE!!? And what is this DOG!!?
Yes, well actually, said Le Bon David, there's just something we have to do first.
What's that? asked The VeloDrone.
We must go to the airport and pick up Mother, said Le Bon David. I promised I'd meet her when she flew in from the Gold Coast.
What! On our bicycles? What about her luggage? asked The VeloDrone.
Don't worry, I've hired a car, said Le Bon David.
They cycled to the car hire office and picked up Le Bon David's car. It was a white Kia Rio.
Bit small, muttered Sweezus. How are we all going to fit in?
Easily, said Le Bon David. Leave your bikes over there and pile in.
Why does she have to arrive at tea time? When are we going to eat? grumbled Farky, whose stomach was growling.
Soon, said Le Bon David, as he stepped on the gas.
They got to the airport in good time. Le Bon David's mother was just walking up the ramp into 'arrivals'.
Hello Mother! said Le Bon David. How was your holiday?
Never mind that, said his mother. Who are these PEOPLE!!? And what is this DOG!!?
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Compulsory
I'm on Jetty Road Brighton with my mum. She wants to buy me a necklace. We enter a necklace shop. After two rounds of the necklace shop we settle upon a pretty silver starfish on a delicate silver chain.
I can't have it until August.
We walk back towards the sea. We pass the cafe that sells icecream and gelati from a counter on the footpath. We decide to have one. I choose Lemon Gelati and she chooses Boysenberry Swirl. The staff are busy and don't want to catch our eye. After a minute my mum says, Let's go to the one on the corner.
We enter the one on the corner. This is more like a little seaside fish and chip shop. We wait a long time while a girl changes her order from two prawns in a paper bag to one. The icecreams are smaller here, and they don't sell gelati, or Boysenberry Swirl. I choose a Chocolate Billabong and mum gets Rum and Raisin in a cone.
We sit on a bench looking out at the jetty and the sea. There are 54 people on the jetty. The sun is low and the sea is glinting and slopping. Two small girls jump away from the waves on the last bit of sand near the steps. The waves are the colour of turkish delight. The girls have wet shoes.
I like my Billabong, but not the new stick, which is purple and made of bendy plastic. I will think twice before buying another one. Seagulls fly towards the jetty. Some of them stop for chips. We talk about politics for a while, then decide to go home.
From the esplanade, north of the jetty, we see something in the water. It's a dolphin. It is doing dolphin things, behaving like a wave. It rears up, curves and disappears. There is something hypnotic about watching a dolphin do this, or something compulsory.
I can't have it until August.
We walk back towards the sea. We pass the cafe that sells icecream and gelati from a counter on the footpath. We decide to have one. I choose Lemon Gelati and she chooses Boysenberry Swirl. The staff are busy and don't want to catch our eye. After a minute my mum says, Let's go to the one on the corner.
We enter the one on the corner. This is more like a little seaside fish and chip shop. We wait a long time while a girl changes her order from two prawns in a paper bag to one. The icecreams are smaller here, and they don't sell gelati, or Boysenberry Swirl. I choose a Chocolate Billabong and mum gets Rum and Raisin in a cone.
We sit on a bench looking out at the jetty and the sea. There are 54 people on the jetty. The sun is low and the sea is glinting and slopping. Two small girls jump away from the waves on the last bit of sand near the steps. The waves are the colour of turkish delight. The girls have wet shoes.
I like my Billabong, but not the new stick, which is purple and made of bendy plastic. I will think twice before buying another one. Seagulls fly towards the jetty. Some of them stop for chips. We talk about politics for a while, then decide to go home.
From the esplanade, north of the jetty, we see something in the water. It's a dolphin. It is doing dolphin things, behaving like a wave. It rears up, curves and disappears. There is something hypnotic about watching a dolphin do this, or something compulsory.
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