Thursday, September 19, 2013
An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind.
It rains heavily for most of the day. To pass the time Bob and Sophie stand barking, on their hind legs, at the front gate. They are delighted when four drenched pilgrims in cagoules stop to ask the way. The pilgrims are of the ' coochee-coo , what sweet little doggies ' variety. The pilgrims animated greetings and arm waving work the little angels into a frenzy .' Sweet ' not a word that I would use to describe the PON duo's demeanour.
In the afternoon Bob eats his new soft toy ( as in tears the limbs off and then swallows it whole ) and Sophie goes excavating ( as in appears in the kitchen covered in soil from head to toe ). There is no sign , yet , of the re-emergence of Bob's toy.
A flock of black and white butterflies in the olive grove. One of them seems to have had a run in with something that's damaged its tail. It flutters off gracefully. There must be a least sixty of them. Bob and Sophie give chase.
This morning by the garish new roundabout a large flat bed truck has appeared. Next to it a sign : '' Monster Truck Racing. America's Favourite Pastime. Garlic Market Car Park. Tonight at eight ! ". Does America know its favourite pastime is Monster Truck racing ?