Friday, February 13, 2015
Don't let yesterday take up too much of today.
The cat that has recently taken to peeing in the woodshed decides to take a nap on top of a pile of logs. It's still there, dreaming away, when the PONs hurtle out of the front door for their early morning constitutional. Pandemonium ensues. The cat flies off the logs and rockets into the upper branches of a tree. The angelic duo try to follow. Bob, who is less vocal than his sister, does his basso profundo WOOF. A sound reserved for moments of high theatre. Sophie does her prolonged high pitched yelp. This is a sound that can shred concrete.
With the whole of France now awake ( how the villagers must love us ) we head down to the cafe under the arcades for a bowl of water and illicit half croissant. The newsagent says that the new season collection of post cards is in. Never having bought a post card from him this news is received with some surprise. The scenes of garlic pickers in rustic settings are admired and suitably approving noises made.
Home. As soon as the tailgate is opened the PONs are out. Bob in the lead, his sister close behind. The cat has gone. The PONs continue to voice their disapproval. Perhaps the PONs that Polish apartment dwellers own come from the the quiet side of the family ? The thought of these two in an apartment is truly frightening .