Tuesday, April 14, 2015
The job of a citizen is to keep his mouth open - Gunter Grass
Bob has gained possession of Sophie's 'doo-doo'. He trots proudly round the garden with it. Sophie protests. Bob feigns deafness. He greets passing pilgrims like this. Ferocity personified ?
The kitchen fitter shows up. He apologizes for not having been here last week. One of his labradors broke a leg, went into hospital for an operation and while there broke the other leg. The poor thing had to be put down. His four year old twins have been 'distraught'.
The kitchen 'team' will be here on Thursday to install the ceiling lights, fit the dishwasher and build the cabinet around the radiator. '' Everything will be ready by the weekend " he says. The Easter deadline has clearly been forgotten
The fancy builder with the big Mercedes comes to look at the damage done to the terrace when the morose lads dropped the cast iron cooker down the steps. He wants to start work on Monday. I explain we're away. He suggests they start anyway. '' You can give me the front door key and we'll let ourselves in ". 'The Font' vetoes this idea. He'll start work in mid-May. '' Maybe I should do your new septic tanks at the same time ? " he volunteers brightly.
A hot afternoon. Sophie sleeps indoors. Bob helps me in the garden. Helping in this sense means sitting in the shade. This is otherwise known as 'supervising'.
As darkness falls Bob maintains watch over The Rickety Old Farmhouse from his vantage point on the wooden garden table. He's eventually ordered inside when he starts to bark at the owls in the plane trees on the other side of the lane.
For him , and his sister it's been a brilliant day.
Here's an interesting dog link :