Wednesday, February 25, 2015
An executive decision.
Overnight three of the 'bad' farmers cows have escaped from their stalls and wandered into the orchard. Bob bursts out of the front door, charges over to them, decides they're bigger up close than he thought and takes an executive decision to retreat. His sister gives noisy encouragement from the safety of the door.
Another day of bright sunshine followed by short, torrential, bursts of hail. Presumably warm and cold fronts are battling it out in the skies over the Rickety Old Farmhouse. Not even torrential hail can penetrate deep into a PONs winter coat. The same cannot be said for their masters jacket and trousers. The ferocious storm has of course waited until we're at the far end of the village.
Off to the electrical store to look at kitchen appliances. We apparently need an oven with a 76 litre capacity. What interest Angus might have had in the matter evaporates when 'The Font' starts looking at hot plates. Bob and Sophie are retrieved from the back of the car and taken for a long walk through the car park. Bob christens tyres. Tomorrow we we go to see the fancy kitchen designer with red trousers. He's even more irritating than the builders. He also wants a deposit.
The upstairs kitchen is drying out with the help of a dehumidifier that's running non-stop. Sophie clearly sees the dehumidifier as an unwelcome interloper. She stops and very determinedly 'biffs' it with her nose.
One of those 'quiet' February days in deepest,deepest France profonde.