Tuesday, November 12, 2013
If you tell the truth, you dont have to remember anything.
While we're at the Armistice Day commemoration, Bob is busy indoors . He spends his time improving the large sisal mat in the downstairs hallway. By the time we return he's chewed and swallowed a strip seven inches long. He flashes us his ' back so soon ? ' smile.
The old farmer spends the afternoon working on his motorhome. In the late afternoon he wanders over for a chat. Having found the tomb of his father, he's now planning to set across Europe with a gravestone to set over it. Angus wonders quietly to himself if the onset of winter is the best time to be heading off to Belorussia in a less than pristine 1972 Ford Transit camper wagon.