De temps en temps, je constate que le week-end a fini et je n'ai pas pris de photo de l'arbre le plus ancien ou du plus haut bâtiment dans la ville.
Pourtant, je peux vous montrer des aliments. Je peux vous montrer ceux qui aiment le manger, mais malheureusement je suis à l'autre fin de la caméra. Qui veut me regarder, en tout cas.
Just one potato for me.
From time to time, I find that the weekend has finished and I have not taken a photo of the oldest tree or the highest building in the town.
However, I can show you food. I can show you those who love to eat it, but sadly, I am at the other end of the camera. Who wants to look at me, in any case.
9 comments:
Much as we love looking at you, Monsieur, you're giving your audience what they want: a photo with both Mme. and food in it!
Your meals always look delicious, M. Benaut! Yum.
Oh dear Lynn and Dive. Thank you so much but I fear that I was only responsible for the salads and dessert, coffee and chocolates of course! It's hard to convince M.B that one should eat anything but BBQ on a hot summer's evening. This particular evening had turned rather cool however, hence the sweaters and coats. Very sorry that I didn't manage a smile on this particular occasion!
Mr and Mrs Benaut,I'm a tennis woman player and I love actually looking at Melbourne Open Championship. It's a delight.
What about you? Aren't you a Leyton Hewitt fan?are you?
And Casey Dellaqua won Amelie Mauresmo.Great
Mme you looked great ! Well i'm sure your desserts tasted wonderful. Oh gosh now you've made me go to the freezer for some ice cream! Doh.
Hi I'm baaaack!!!
ou guys are always eating and drinking and partying - my kinda people!!!!
We can transfer the eating and stuff to PNG as soon as someone rings the bell, Jules !!
m.b., what's this diva thing? "Who wants to look at me anyway?"
All right, I'll play the crowd: Weeeee doooooo! Weeeeee neeeeeeed yoooooouuuuu m.benaut!!!!!!!
But quite frankly, to me your best shot of the week was yesterday's , with all the bikes along the "wrong way - go back" sign!
OK OK OK.
After a night with tous mes amis français, and one or 2 glasses of something or other, I must have been having an identity crisis.
The stress of listening to French being spoken at its normal pace was really most uplifting and exhausting at the same time.
Mes oreilles n'étaient pas aussi rapides que "les bouches-de-moteur" de Jean-Pierre et d'Arnaud. C'est mon excuse et je m'en tiendrai à elle.
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