Harking back to the previous thread in which there was a brief discussion on what, in life, the Chateau Diaries has spoiled for us. I didn't answer at the time, but have since given it some thought. There's obvious answers... chateau in general have been spoilt for me, thanks to Fanny, but one thing that's spoilt for me is....
Squirrels.
When you all stop laughing, consider... I remember the first time I ever saw the squirrels in Hyde Park London. For an Aussie seeing them for the first time, they were delightful! We don't have them down under and I'd never seen one in a zoo. Their antics had me laughing and quite often, crossing Hyde Park, I'd stop to feed them. Then yesterday, whilst (yes
whilst ) driving to Downpatrick here in Northern Ireland, I saw a dead squirrel on the road, and all I could think of was 'road kill.' I was surprised at my lack of sympathy for such a sweet little creature being run over. It dawned on me then that Fanny and her inmates were to blame for my lack of empathy towards the little mite, dead on a lonely country road. I used to like squirrels, so
duck you Philip! It's
you that is to blame for turning me into a horrible unfeeling person. You deserve to be punched in your very punchable face!
Rant over.
Carry on.