An unfortunate accident chez Loufoque

There has been a rather unfortunate incident Chez Nous. In an effort to liven up poor middle child’s spirits, he still feeling a little unwell, Madame Grognonne and Jacques arranged a small entertainment in the form of a target shooting competition. Youngest being the marksman and Jacques the moving target. It was all terribly well thought out. Jacques was to leap up from behind strategically placed objects dans le jardin wearing a flowerpot strapped to his head. The idea being that youngest would then try and shoot the rabbit whose head and shoulders were protruding gaily from the pot.

Middle was propped up in bed by the nursery window surveying all like some diminutive Pasha and all was going splendidly well until youngest accidentally miss fired and the shot ricocheted off the water butt and hit Loic, who was of course standing inside his tent, rendered immobile by the sound of the shots. Unfortuantly as a result he fell foward into the asparagus bed causing untold damamge to the vegetable plot.

It took some time to disentangle Loic from the canvas but when they eventually extracted him it was to find his leg had been blown clean off. Luckily it was his wooden leg and he does have a spare, manufactured from an old garden hoe, which he can use until a replacement is made.

It did however at least cheer middle child up a trifle and put a bit of colour in his cheeks.

Still no sign of either wiggets, flanges, sprokets or my titanium white paint but no sign of donuts either, so one must thankful for small blessings.

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The painting today is The Sick Child by J. Bond Francisco. Yet again despite my valiant efforts to find a suitable illustration Art history has failed me abysmally. I would not think it too much surely for a woman to expect at least one renowned artist to have accomplished even a small pencil sketch of a groom sporting a terracotta flowerpot on his head in which a rabbit is hiding. Obviously far too everyday an image for great painters to waste their valuable time on, of course if I had wanted something like the rape of the cyrenian womenthey would have been ten a penny.