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In dulci jubilo

I could have called this post ‘where there’s muck there’s brass’ which, if you are British you will know instantly is an old saying from the North of England  that means ‘where there’s sh*t, there’s money’.  But given that many of my readers are not British and on account of the much more important fact that I wanted to give you all a bonus at the end for being SO patient with me as I clawed my way back from the arrid desert of a dastardly writer’s block, I have opted for the title above.

The image was taken in April when we were back in our beloved Cantal for a few days and took the opportunity for a longish hike which promised a waterfall.

Alert as ever, my bat-like hearing was teased by a low humming which rose steadily to a gutteral grumble and finally a spluttering roar as rounding a corner on the craggy track we were ambling along, I was confronted by this.  A tractor with a tank on the back spraying cow dung on the field.  Muck spreading in fact.  Actually, I should say that our olfactory glands were alert to the identity of the machine long before we spied him.

I will forgive you for wondering what on earth this has to do with the weekly photo challenge this week titled Jublilant.  Even for me, this might seem a stretch.  But bear with, do.  In France the farmers always look positivily euphoric when they get the opportunity to splash some dung about.  They sit in the cabs of their tractors with beatific smiles seemingly wafted to an odorous corner of paradise.  I have no explanation for this.  Perhaps you can help me out?  But I do promise you I have studied the phenomena and it is a truism.  The grumpy growers I have seen in England scowling from their cockpit, nose invisibly pegged, mouth set in an inpenetrable line, eyes stony and unyielding are a world away from these merry manure slingers  and even though my nose may be wrinkling decorously at the fetid stench they are generating, they always upgrade my mood as they lift a paw casually from the steering wheel, like John Wayne riding one handed across the range, and bestow upon their mildly stunned audience a  raptuous and infectious grin.

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PS:  I promised you a bonus and a bonus you shall have.  And an explanation.  When I saw the title I closed my eyes and imagined myself for a moment on Christmas Eve, the wireless turned on as I potter through the preparations for the big feast the following day listening to The Choir of Kings College, Cambridge sing carols and hoping this will be one of them.

If you are of my vintage, you will remember that Mike Oldfield produced a thoroughly exhuberent instrumental version.  Here are Pans People,  dream date of every boy of my age and every girls aspiration joyously dancing on BBC Top of The Pops in 1975.

You might have a favourite, I love both and I particularly love that  In Dulci Jublilo means ‘in sweet rejoicing’ which is exactly what I am doing since I purged my clogged creative channel.

A Cup Of Kwofee And Sum Bisquits With A Fellow Blogger…

My pitifully neglected blog needs a kick in the pants so I thought I would start by reblogging this from my dear friend Cameron which demonstrates the actual power of blogging. He and I really did live very near one another for many years, he went to the same school as my two elder daughters but we never met. It took the mother of my eldest daughter’s husband to be (now husband) … stay with me …. to introduce us when Cam was still waiting for a date for surgery. I now count him as a friend. A real and dear friend. And I am so thrilled to be able to stay in touch with him via our respective blogs. I feel his pain and his joy and I cook his ridiculously healthful and delicous meals.  I walk his walk and I talk his talk. He is part of my life. And without our teeny weeny corners of WordPress none of it would be possible. Actually my life would be consideraby poorer without my blog and I must thank so many of you for being my virtual friends and family.

Now, over to Cameron on Planet Magnet:

PS:  There were no biscuits.  Where are the biscuits, Cameron.  You promised me biscuits … you speak of them in your title.  I feel cheated, to be frank ….

The worlds biggest fridge magnet

Good Morning world and thanks for tuning in to another day here on Planet Magnet.

I hope today finds you happy and well adjusted, able to put things in perspective and understand that some things are sent to try us, some things are designed to change us but all things happen for the best of that you can be sure, especially on a planet where the most random of things happen….

Random?

Yes Random.

Last week I was shopping in my local supermarket, being very healthy, okay, okay, I was stood in front of the cake display, when a figure came and stood right next to me and gave me such a fright that I jumped back whilst exclaiming a profanity of epic proportions.

When I had regained my composure, I realised who it was and how random it was that this person should be stood in front of me…

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