Ma femme, elle dit, "NON!" ...

Shortly we will be visiting northern France.
I want to buy a bombarde.
"What's a bombarde?" I hear you ask.

Watch and listen...



From wikipedia: "The bombard, or bombarde (in Breton) is a conical bore double-reed musical instrument from Brittany. The bombarde is blown by the mouth; the reed is held between the lips. Typically pitched in B flat, it plays a diatonic scale over two octaves."

Fortunately the sporting of bleached hair and wearing of a skirt are not prerequisites!
In spite of that, my wife continues with her objections.

Product review ...

A few weeks ago my wife insisted on purchasing a wild bird feeding station. It looked something like this...



Initially the parts didn't fit together properly but after three return visits to the garden centre, we managed to plant it.



After one week it had germinated and looked thus ...



Notice the miraculous appearance of coconut shells and various devices for holding seed and peanuts.

Notice also - no birds!

I suggested taking the thing back for a refund since it clearly didn't work.








After a further week we witnessed this ...

This solitary bird didn't know how to use the device. I tried to show it, but it flew away.

Once again I urged my wife to return the product to the retailer as it seemed unfit for purpose.






YESTERDAY ...

Avian war broke out!


I will take this thing back myself.






I don't just want a refund;
I demand compensation for disturbance of my peace !

I think I woke up this morning ...

... and I have vague recollection of hearing this on Radio ... (can't recall)!



My day was enlightened.
Then I think I shed tears!
For whom? - I forget.

Never mind - cogito ergo sum!

Should I increase my medication, Doctor?