Tuesday, March 8, 2016
Bob knows that something isn't right.
So does Sophie.
Perhaps it's the sight of their beds being loaded into the car but they sense a trip to the K-E-N-N-E-L-S is imminent.
We're off to the funeral of an old friend. After a long, unfair illness her defiant last words were ' I want a Cobra' *.
It takes a very special sort of person to be remembered for her mirth. This isn't the same as being funny, or good-natured. Nor is it simply the opposite of morose. It's having a sense of wonder. A mind that seeks out the kind and well mannered as an antidote for what ails the world. People have plenty to worry about these days, politics, jobs, terrorism, climate change. Perhaps that's why there is plenty of comedy but less merriment.
The PONs will be picked up on Wednesday. Normal service will resume on Thursday morning.
* An Indian bottled beer.