Friday, August 28, 2015

Nothing wrong mechanically.



The 4x4 is showing its age. Nothing wrong mechanically but seven years of accumulated PON hair give it a certain 'lived in' feel - that black carpet and white fur look. 'The Font' thinks a Swedish car might make a good replacement. Something substantial with lots of air bags as an antidote to French driving habits. We go to the Volvo garage. A very attractive young sales lady (wearing a skirt memorable for its brevity ) looks for the keys for the demonstrator but can't find them. She suggests I 'return tomorrow or the day after'. 



There are a set of 'solar system' fridge magnets on the door of the downstairs dishwasher. Where we got them or why they're there a mystery. Every morning after breakfast Bob rearranges them with his nose. This morning Saturn receives a particularly enthusiastic shove. Sophie ignores the fridge magnets. They're not edible .

One of those little routines with dogs - too unimportant for a diary but recorded here because it makes me laugh.



Thursday, August 27, 2015

A drunken cicada.


One of those late summer mornings when the sky is an impossible blue and the lazy heat builds up and lingers.


On our way to the bakers we pass a number of open doors. They hint, invitingly, of brewing coffee and jam and croissants. The duo are keen to explore but are 'encouraged' along . Not everyone would be keen to have enthusiastic PONs join them for breakfast.


On our way home a quick sprint through the sunflower fields. The farmers have just started harvesting them; a sure sign that the year is about to turn a page. By the waterfall we startle a late returning Nightjar which rises into the air and then circles over us making a long trilling song like a drunken cicada. I stand and stare at this rare sight, Bob and Sophie are too busy following scents to notice.


Mid-morning, The Old Farmer heads off again. He has packed a two wheeled trailer with wine, a collection of foam pillows and enough Toulouse sausage to feed an army. 'The Font' thinks that his lady friend from Paris may be joining him on the delayed excursion across the Napoleonic battlefields of Europe.



Would you let  your dog travel on this ? : http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2009/jul/15/pet-airways-american-travel



Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Coy.


With all the visitors gone the angelic duo are adjusting to a less frenetic pace of life . Sophie has exorcised the memory of the youthful interlopers by barking loudly in each of the, now empty, guest bedrooms. 

At his usual bed time Bob picks up his favourite toy and wanders out into the garden. He's of the opinion that it might be a good idea to play throw the furry fox by starlight and go belly flopping in the pool .


The family fellow has to be informed that the sight of Angus belly flopping in the pool, at any time of day or night, would be lacking in gravitas. In return Bob gives me a look that indicates in PONland such behaviour would merely be considered jejeune. 


The Old Farmer is somewhat coy about the reasons for his early return. '' I'm back to make the motor home more 'comfortable'. 'Comfortable' in this case means plastering a bewildering variety of signs and posters across its back. New net curtains have also been installed to replace the faded and torn chintz ones. 

Our neighbour shows these additions to 'The Font ' who observes that they're " Quite remarkable ". The Old Farmer takes this as a compliment. He plans to set off again tomorrow.


Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Leninsprat.


Sophie emerges after breakfast with yogurt stuck to her chin. This gives her the look of a canine version of Lenin. One of our recent visitors mistakenly called her Sweet Pea for the better part of a week. Looking at her Angus can't help but think that Sweet Pea is an improbable name for this vision of yogurt matted horror. 


A moment of sibling uncertainty over whether to take furry fox or demonic tweating bird in the car. Both are taken.


Bob makes it quite plain that Furry Fox is his. This doesn't stop Sophie from trying to 'liberate'' it . Brother and sister soon make up.



At 4:00 am there is the unmistakable noise of The Old Farmers venerable Ford Transit motor home returning. Despite the early hour Bob kindly lets us know, repeatedly, that there's activity outside. The Old Farmer was supposed to be gone a month. Later this morning I'll wander over and find out what has caused him to return after a week.




Monday, August 24, 2015

Can they really be related ?


After a blustery night the new day dawns bright, sunny and fair. We wander off to the waterfall. On our way Bob chases egrets, Sophie searches for unmentionable things in the long grass and their master enjoys the warm, soft air.


When it's time to come home all that needs to be said to Bob is ' Back !'.


Sophie is oblivious to all commands other than the word 'breakfast'. Only when this magic word is uttered does her deafness disappear. She immediately turns homewards at a trot. If her brother lags too far behind she barks and glares.

Can they really be from the same litter ?


Sunday, August 23, 2015

Lessons in life #1 and #2.




Lessons in Life #1. Pack your suitcase on the bed not on the floor. If you do pack it on the floor do not leave it open. Failure to follow these basic rules may result in the contents being liberated, redistributed and in some instances shredded. This effect is also known as a PON moment.

College Boy Lesson in Life #2 . Good luck in explaining this to your girl friend. Do not be surprised if the line '' I bought you a present but some dogs ate it " is not well received.


A comment on the train attack and the bravery of three young Americans that made me smile  : https://twitter.com/Telegraph/status/635330657829261312/photo/1?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw

Saturday, August 22, 2015

On time.


The river boat cruise ( by appointment in July and August )  is supposed to go at 9:30. We arrive at 9:20 to see it casting off. The man on board shouts out " Come back in an hour " before heading, gently, upstream. We don't.


Furry Fox plays a central part in Bobs day. The family fellow is in a '' Hello ! Fancy a game ? I just happen to have a Furry Fox with me " frame of mind.


The serial killers have now been accepted by the male PON. Female PON is not to be won over that easily. The new semester starts on Monday so Sophie's time in the wilderness will soon be at an end. 


Despite the heat the PON duo's ears have been remarkably itch free. To be doubly sure three more tubs of Wendals anti-itch Herbs are ordered and arrive within 24 hours. They seem to have helped .


Over lunch the American boys teach me how to take photographs without being noticed. Hold the i-phone up, fix a rictus grin on your face as though you're taking a 'selfie' and snap away. This I'm told is a fool proof way of confounding argumentative hat ladies. It must work - the crowd at the restaurant don't so much as bat an eyelid.

The American boys are now firmly in the habit of taking an hour for lunch. Sophie wishes they were sloppier eaters.

And then, for cat lovers, there's this fine example of cue card reading : https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=15&v=MIos4r7V4Dg