The children are back at school and the village is back into its quiet routine. The lady with the six year old, the four year old and the 'unexpected' triplets comes racing along the lane in her battered old Renault. She's late, as she is every day, getting her brood to school. The PONs are told to stand well back. She waves. She also seems to be doing up the six year olds shirt while simultaneously brushing the four year olds hair. The Renault doesn't progress along the lane in a straight line; it seems to weave. The inherent problem of only having two hands when half a dozen would be the ideal number. Angus wonders what breakfast time in a house with 'unexpected' triplets must be like.
We head off to the bakers. Just as I'm about to close the tailgate Bob lets out the most almighty howl.
He then stops and smiles. '' Sorry about that. Thought I saw a squirrel ".
He looks very proud of his guarding skills.