Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Everything has beauty, but not everyone can see.
Eight months old and Bob already recognizes the tell tale signs. Angus is going away. He watches me come down the stairs in a suit and tie and immediately sinks into his Mister Glum routine . His best '' How could you ever think of leaving me ? " look as I lace up my shoes .
On the way to the airport we pass the newly unveiled roundabout. A blob of luminescent orange. Municipal bad taste is universal. Even ' the font ' is at a loss for something positive to say about it ; settling for a lukewarm " it'll bring a touch of colour to the place in winter ".
At the airport Bob soon forgets I'm heading off. His attention fixated on the sliding doors in the departure terminal. These make a very satisfying ' whoosh ' when activated by a pair of very large furry paws . PON heaven. Sophie, inquisitive as ever, is soon joining in the fun. Bob plays silently, Sophie emits high pitched squeaks.