Sunday, November 27, 2016
The unexpected things.
Sophie's 'irregularity' might be down to the fact that she was shaved rather too closely in the hospital. Much discomfort when what must be done is done. She screams - not just any scream but a wake the village scream. The unexpected things one learns when one has a recuperating dog.
Bob wonders why we haven't cured his sister. His disappointment is there for all to see.
Today the family fellow and Angus will spend the afternoon at the rugby match. Sophie will sleep in the kitchen while 'The Font' prepares Langoustine Risotto for dinner and webinars with the Pasadena astrophysicists.
Angus and Bob have been invited to the rugby players lunch before the match. A sign that we're now considered quasi-French ? This being France profonde the two teams will sit down to a four course meal. You would have thought they'd eat after the match.
Perhaps this concern about digestion is another sign that I've turned into my father. Bob has no such worries .
Off to the bakers bright and early. Townsfolk hurrying on their way to the first mass of the morning. From where I've parked the car it's possible to see from the disjointed roof line and not quite connected patching-ups that the old church has suffered many indignities in the last nine hundred years. Wars, fires, revolutions - it's taken them all in its stride. There's something reassuring in that.