Tuesday, May 26, 2015
The fourth public holiday this month. May Day, Victory Day, Ascension Day and now Pentecost. The village, quiet at the best of times, is sepulchral. Or it would be had a cat not decided to saunter across the lawn at the very moment the PONs emerged for their morning constitutional. The cat sensibly disappeared over the wall. It took a further ten minutes of high volume activity before Bob and Sophie paused in their allotted task. Sophie is finally lifted, complaining, into the back of the car.
Despite it being a holiday one of the builders shows up to put in the stone window lintels. 'Furry Fox' has been hidden somewhere so secret that Bob has forgotten its whereabouts. Instead he tries to entice the builder into a game of 'throw the partially chewed laundry bag'. The builder has brought sandwiches wrapped in silver foil. He eats under the watchful eye of two Polish Lowland Sheepdogs.
Still no sign of the Very Old Farmer. The district nurses car is outside when we pass on our evening walk. We take this as a good sign. I'll try and catch her when she visits him later this morning .