Sunday, August 7, 2016

Herded out of the door.


Ten past six. The PONs wait while shoe laces are tied. It's noticeably darker in the mornings now.  I'm having to turn the hall light on before heading downstairs.


The angelic duo pause, impatiently but uncomplaining, on the half landing. This is called being gently 'herded' out of the door.


Great excitement in the afternoon.The son of the lorry driver is getting married. A hundred cars show up. The village green turns into a parking lot. The mayor, standing on the town hall steps, is resplendent in his tricolor sash, crimplene blazer and pork pie hat. Today he has thrown sartorial caution to the wind and is wearing a purple shirt and black tie.


The PONs are intrigued by this unexpected activity. Big brother sits, front and central, on his stump seat, monitoring events. His sister sits just a little further behind him. Safely away from the action.


When the ceremony is over everyone toots their car horn. A hundred tooting car horns do little for the PONs equanimity.


After the beeping has ended there is time for a nap. Sophie finds the yogurt pot she'd carefully hidden after breakfast. She is disappointed to find that the yogurt pot still hasn't refilled itself. With a sigh she settles down under a garden chair. Perhaps the pot will be full when she wakes ?

High summer in deepest, deepest France profonde. Little things too inconsequential for a diary but too important to go completely unrecorded. 





12 comments:

  1. We live in a town where there seems to regularly be a wedding being celebrated by streams of cars with honking horns. It's a joyful occasion so we can't complain. Love the design of your garden chair.

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  2. Oh yes I have regularly encountered the exuberant post-wedding car tooting procession when on cycling holidays in France. Come to think of it, we saw the same thing in Bosnia back in May.

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    1. Can't see it catching on in Cowdenbeath.

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  3. Such happy dogs. Sophie has recovered from the dried leaf caught in the paw fur trauma. Thank you for the smiles these pictures bring.

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    1. You're right. They are somehow the happiest dogs we've ever had. Perhaps happiness and good behaviour are mutually exclusive canine traits ?

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  4. Love the photo of the two darlings on the half landing - the look on Bob's face is priceless. "This is my sister - I'm getting fed up with apologising, but she's such a diva" ! Sophie seems unconcerned.
    That garden chair is such an elegant design, but is it comfortable?

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    1. Bob often wears his long suffering look when dealing with the diva.

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  5. Gentle hearing is always the best way to begin ones day!

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  6. Looks like a BIG wedding...lots of excitement.

    Getting lighter here, we're able to go out before 6:30 at the moment...so much easier to untangle leads.

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    1. Pitch dark , due to clouds, here at 6.3o today.

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