Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Out for an early morning walk with Bob down by the river. Rain is forecast but it turns out to be one of those mild but cloudy days.
We see a fisherman by the bridge. Bob is keen to say hello but I hurry him past.
'The Font' heads back to London for the day. Sophie suddenly realizes , to her horror, that she may have to have dinner cooked by Angus.
In the greengrocers the new seasons apples arrive. All are grown in France. Granny Smiths a big favourite here.
The Citron Caviar down to four impossible to shift pots.
Bob sits on his stump seat. He's much better today. Almost no biting of his fur. The Adaptil collar and the anti-histamines doing what they're supposed to do. Now, if only he could get back to savaging his sister all would be well.