Saturday, January 25, 2014
Yes, everything is simple. It's people who complicate things.
Perpetual motion. If only we could figure out what gives the little angels their energy we could market it and make a fortune. The PON vitamin supplement. They start the day at high speed and continue like that ( with the occasional break for food and naps ) until they finally turn in for the night.
To the uninitiated their mad, full throttle, romps around the garden look harebrained. In fact their comic tumblings are as carefully choreographed as a piece of Kabuki theatre. Amid the storm and fury Sophie's sharp little teeth never ever come into contact with anything other than Bob's outer coat. When he gets too boisterous she simply grabs hold of his tail and refuses to let go.This is guaranteed to bring him into line.
The waitress at the cafe under the arcades gives them their illicit half croissant. She asks why their noses are so muddy. '' They must have been digging " I reply in a tone of voice that tries to imply that this is an unusual occurrence. This morning Bob has dried mud on top of his head and in his eyebrows. Sophie is nursing a piece of old floor tile in her mouth. She left the house with it and has been guarding it ever since. Later today I'll try and track down where it came from.
Perhaps they'll slow down a bit during the course of the year ?