He was a very good boy at the vets, showing a keen interest in the other occupants of the waiting room. I thought he was just trying to hide from the vet when he dived under a chair; I didn’t see the cat looking terrified in his carrier.
Afterwards we stopped off in town and walked around the lake and small park. As we walked past the local council yard we came face to face with this giant, decaying papier mache clown. The stuff of nightmares to be sure. Clowns have always made me shudder and the fact that this apparition was disintegrating made it all the more grotesque.
(Coulrophobia – a fear of clowns)
Dog worming and clowns - I think not!Delete
I don't like clowns, they're evil. Have a safe journey.ReplyDelete
I have never understood the fear of clowns, I must have had a very dull childhood.ReplyDelete
Maybe it's a girl thing. (I doubt you had a dull childhood.)Delete
That defunct clown is really nasty looking.ReplyDelete
He does look a bit macabre looking out through the fence like that.Delete
Don't have nightmares about that decaying French clown Sue! Is it meant to be Emmanuel Macron? There's an uncanny resemblance. I sometimes have nightmares about things I don't like like Bournville chocolate and pork scratchings that still have pig bristles on them.ReplyDelete
I know we haven't been back to the UK for a while, but do they really have plain chocolate covered pork scratchings now? Things are looking up.Delete
Yes, I can see the resemblance to Macron now you come to mention it.Delete
Pork scratchings with bristles - quelle horreur!
Potty is being potty again!Delete
I don't actively dislike or fear clowns, but I really don't care for them, either.ReplyDelete
No, I don't like clowns and have always hated circuses too - even as a small child.ReplyDelete
Hope that all goes well, you have a safe journey home, and Rick behaves himself. It will be interesting to see how he settles down in the flat, after his freedom in France.