Dupre The Harvesters

Dupre The HarvestersRobinson Bridge near GivernyRobinson House with ScaffoldingDupre Le Dejeuner de Faneuse
often wish that people would just once and for all work out where the hell they wanted to be. Mr Prosser wanted to be at point D. Point D wasn't anywhere in particular, it was just any convenient point a very long way from points A, B and C. He would have a nice little cottage at point D, with axes over the door, and spend a pleasant amount of time at . "Appropriate time? The first I knew about it was when a him if he'd come to clean the windows and he said no he'd come to demolish the house. He didn't tell me straight away of course. Oh no. First he wiped a couple of windows and charged me a fiver. Then he told me." "But Mr Dent, the plans have been available in the local planning office for the last nine month." "Oh yes, well as soon as I heard I went straight round to see them, yesterdaypoint E, which would be the nearest pub to point D. His wife of course wanted climbing roses, but he wanted axes. He didn't know why - he just liked axes. He flushed hotly under the derisive grins of the bulldozer drivers. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, but it was equally uncomfortable on each. Obviously somebody had been appallingly incompetent and he hoped to God it wasn't him. Mr Prosser said: "You were quite entitled to make any suggestions or protests at the appropriate time you know." "Appropriate time?" hooted Arthur