Friday, September 5, 2014
Fast living angels.
First light. The angelic duo are waiting for me outside the bedroom door. To say they are waiting patiently would be stretching a point. Their unfettered zest for life continues to amaze. One day they'll slow down, like their master, but for the time being they're natures reminder that life should only be lived in the fast happy lane.
In the afternoon the fuel delivery man comes. Time, while it's cheap(ish), to fill up the heating tanks for the winter. Put it down to Swedish forethought. Bob tries to chew the fuel line and is banished indoors. Sophie considers the fuel truck to be a work of the devil so she barks at it from the upstairs terrace. Her super loud ''Be gone Satan's spawn " bark . The fuel truck goes. Sophie settles down content that she's saved her family.