Twenty Latvian pilgrims en route to Santiago saunter along the lane on horseback. All in identical red hoodies. Bob and Sophie give each a high pitched yelp of welcome / warning. A sheepdogs territorial instincts already stirring. The horses ignore them. The pilgrims wave. Four of them stop to say hello to Bob and Sophie . Sophie graces them with a lick. Bob doesn't. Our canine guardians stay by the gate until the last of the pilgrims is safely out of sight.
Sophie's unspeakable habit seems to have been cured thanks to water pistol aversion therapy . Now all we have to worry about are those little pirana teeth that appear when she gets over excited.
The fancy builder comes when ' the font ' is out. His super shiny black Mercedes estate the size of Delaware. Angus would be much happier if he drove a beat up ten year old Renault. The builder confirms that the team will be starting on rebuilding the bathrooms on May 15th. '' Have you given any though to soap dishes ? " he asks. Angus can quite honestly claim that during his fifty seven years on the planet he has given absolutely no thought whatsoever to soap dishes .
Bob and Sophie act like little angels when the builder is here. They revert to normal the very second he leaves.