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Congratulations, marius … sorry I missed all the fun … it was a great challenge and Q, you handed me subject matter on a plate and I wasn't there!
I could say …
'We were having a sing-a-long while we rattled along the road above the valley. It was past lunch time and tummies were rumbling out of tune. I stopped the jalopy, got out and stretched my legs before going through a gap in the hedge, with the whimsical idea of finding somewhere to … well … you know.
Stumbling, I fell and went rolling down the hillside, gathering snow about me like a giant snow-clad sausage-roll. Gaining speed as I hurtled towards the valley below, I finally crashed against a wooden post … the ball of snow breaking open like an egg. I layed very still, until my neutralized brain began to function once more. Call it extra sensory perception … I'd found the vineyard we'd been looking for.
My chilled bones forced me to get up and shake myself like a dog that's just stepped out of a stream. Maneuvering (4 syllables) back up the hill, my aches and pains took my mind off my rumbling tum. I knew I was going off course and it seemed an eternity before I neared the top and started searching for the gap in the hedge.
I could hear voices but couldn't understand what was being said. Eventually, I remembered I was in France and people were speaking in their native tongue. The will to call out in French was stifled by my lack of the vocabulary … 'Quiche-Lorraine', 'gateaux' or 'champagne' would not have conveyed my need for assistance.
Staggering along the hedge towards the voices, I peered through the gap. There you all were, sublime … sitting in the jalopy, chomping away on our lunch while you practiced your conversational French. Brushing the remains of the snow from my jacket and boots, I stepped out onto the road and strode towards you as though I had just been for a casual stroll.
The lunch basket was empty. “What do you mean ___ nil! That's wicked … what about the liqueur-filled chocolate truffles?!†'
… I could say that but it would be a whopping fib … I just wasn't there.
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