Friday, July 12, 2013
Silent gratitude isn't much use to anyone.
Sophie returns from the vets. Everything fine. Thanks to a strategically placed biscuit she's oblivious to the stitches coming out. Tee-shirt wearing certainly kept the dressing clean.
Overnight brother and sister share their pen. Sophie wears a tee-shirt in case Bob is tempted to lick the scar. The change in both of them remarkable. Immediately calmer. Bob happy in the way that only a sheepdog can be.
The builders increased working tempo seems to have slackened off. The mirror and radiator are up in one of the bathrooms but that leaves a mountain of work to be done today.
Our solar powered pool cover motor has disappeared to that place from whence solar powered pool cover motors never return. The service agent once again not bothering to answer the phone.
Seven am. The gardeners arrive to trim the laurel hedge. Bob and Sophie greet them enthusiastically. Their enthusiasm dims when the noisy petrol powered hedge cutters get to work. They lie in the orchard, Sophie behind Bob, wondering what sort of infernal beasts have invaded their domain. The gardeners have brought biscuits.