Thursday, October 17, 2013
Weak eyes are fondest of glittering objects.
London wet and miserable. On the way back Tony Blair's former press secretary seen sitting on the floor of the airport being stared at by a quizzical and unblinking French child.
Bob and Sophie have been enjoying themselves. The lure of the compost heap proving to be irresistible. They've excavated a hole between the fence posts and squeezed under it. ' The font ' is confronted by two grass stained, green, mouths full of silage, monsters. An inverted wheelbarrow is placed over the hole. The little angels are washed.
In the afternoon Bob and Sophie return to enacting the great escape. 'The font' finds two, by now completely black, beasts. Bob has learnt to bounce off the wheelbarrow, land on the fence, flatten it with his weight and then allow his little sister to walk over him into forbidden territory. They are washed again.
At the airport Bob can be seen contentedly activating the motion sensor on the sliding doors that lead into the arrivals hall. Sophie is asleep. Angus asks if, in his absence, the little angels have been well behaved. He gets that recognizable ' what do you think ?' look.
Today will be spent trying to devise a fence around the compost heap that is PON proof.