This is a fine example of the failure of language through intonation. One slip of a consonant and the farmer, formerly known as Vince, is staring at the curvy rear end of a rosey courgette cropper rather than the rude front end of a Chevrolet babe magnet.The contrast between the farm sheds of Les Ouilleres, with that peaceful atmosphere that oozes the comfort of a pair of well fitting old shoes, and my memory of the streets of London with their continual procession of very shiny cars driven by very shiny people, could not be clearer. London was my pair of comfy shoes, for the greater part of my life, but as they sit unused, gathering dust, for long periods of time, they become just that little bit tighter and less familiar each time that I put them on. They are resting in the cupboard again, quietly contemplating their next excursion, and hopefully doing a few light callisthenics to ensure some comfort and flexibility for their master on his next venture.
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