Sorry I've been away, gang. I've been busy. Painting my bathroom. I can only imagine how busy Hugo is, painting his host family's entire house. I think Hugo imagines he's pretty busy, too. But his host family is starting to wonder...
Hôte père: Where is Hugo?
Hôte mère: He went to the beach.
Hôte père: It's two o'clock in the afternoon. When does that fainéant plan to finish his job? I think its time to yank his visa.
I worry that we are headed toward a Fantine situation... not that I think Dawn becomes a prostitute, but this has all the makings of an unexpected baby.
"...He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came..."
And just for fun, here's Ruthie Henshall, whom a friend invited me to dinner with back in the late 90's a few years after this recording. I met her a few times back in the day, and she was so sweet and kind to me.
Is that enough content for you? P.S. I've loved reading all your comments. Some wonderful ones the past few days.