"I am recalling a lovely warm summer's day at Puechcourt whereupon I was broken from my day dream in RooRoo land by the slap of a packet of family photos dropped nonchalantly into my lap. Amongst the amusing snapshots was a picture of a bronzed hippie-like being which caught my attention. Today this sight may be interpreted as an uber-cool 70s indie rock dude. In fact, I was told that in fact the vision was the Lord of Puechcourt - albeit a little younger - (the distinguished Sea Mariner look was to come in later years). Full instructions on how to get to 70 will be most welcome. I am hoping your manual will include notes on sprinting up career ladder, fast cars, good food, cigars and generous amounts of red plonk! Here's to you. Bon Anniversaire!"
- Rou
Emma: “Lovely words, but I’m not sure what photo you’re referring to?”
Rou: “It was a photo of your Dad in little shorts at the beach.”
Emma: “Uh, we didn’t show you photos of Dad at the beach....”
Rou: “Oh. Really? No, I’m sure it was a photo of your Dad in shorts.”
Emma: “Seriously, there aren’t any such photos in existence!”
Rou: “Ohhhh. I know. I’m confusing it with photo of Ricardo’s dad.”