Tuesday, August 6, 2013
He who has health has hope; and he who has hope has everything.
The large pot now sits on a tree stump in the courtyard. What a weight ! The potter says it's stoneware and frost proof. How many times have I heard that ? One thing is certain - it's not moving.
Aude the decaratrice talks away happily to herself as she limewashes the winter kitchen walls.Outside her bib overalled friend mixes cement for the garden terrace. From time to time they can be found sitting, chatting, on a garden bench in the orchard enjoying a ' roll your own ' cigarette. ' The font ' is not entirely sure the womens cooperative smoke tobacco.
I'm supposed to write something for ' men in dark suits '. Bob wanders into the office and wonders why I'm not outside in the sunshine.'' You've got twenty minutes and then we'll go and chase squirrels ". He falls asleep, head on my foot .
Time for their worming tablets. Their first adult dose. Sophie doesn't respond at all well to the Drontal. She lies in the kitchen crying. Full time reassurance called for. In future we'll find a different way of worming.