Sunday, October 23, 2016
After breakfast ( devoured with gusto) the invalid is slowly walked from the kitchen into the garden. Draped in a warm woollen blanket she can monitor the comings and goings along the lane.
Big brother seems quite happy to spend his morning guarding her.
The display of pumpkins at the greengrocers becomes ever more festive. Grey ones join the more usual yellow and orange.
Persimons arrive. The French word for Persimon is 'Kaki'. One of those rare instances when the English is so much more attractive than the French.
Bob continues to be on a four walk a day routine. This good for him and his owners. The stress related itching has died away.
For the last five days the police have been on strike. They block the streets in the centre of Toulouse and sound the sirens on their patrol cars at midnight. The French seem to take a Police strike in their stride. What the local residents think about a hundred police cars sounding their sirens goes unreported on the morning news.
Having ignored her wound for the last three and a half weeks Sophie has now decided to start nibbling at it.
The chickens belonging to the man with anger management issues get out again. They scatter across the village green clucking merrily away. The angry man waves his arms and shouts. The chickens seem remarkably oblivious to his hyperactivity. Bob watches from his vantage point on the stump seat by the front gate.