Monday, December 19, 2016
Sophie the bionic Ponette.
Bob is up early. He's not allowed in the bedroom but this doesn't stop him from pushing the door open and prodding my ear with his nose until I wake. This is his " It's a lovely morning. Let's go out and watch the sun rise '' routine. The fact it's pitch dark outside is immaterial.
The bar facing the ice rink is doing a brisk pre-breakfast trade. At this time in the morning there are two classes of customer. Old farmers in a variety of headgear drinking their first ( or second ) glass of Pelforth and a younger, hat less, coterie of coffee drinkers. A luxuriantly mascaraed waitress brings Angus a cup of coffee and Bob a bowl of water. Bob has his hair tousled and is called a Cutie. He beams. Alas, there is no illicit half croissant for the family fellow.
With each passing day Sophie becomes more feisty. Tomorrow morning 'The Font' will load her in the back of the car and take her down for the x-ray on her leg and hopefully the all clear. Another month of gradually increasing activity and she should be approaching full recovery. Sophie the bionic Ponette.
We're at that stage where eyes in the back of your head are a necessity. If she can escape from her pen and climb stairs, chase blackbirds or attempt to tap dance, she will.
Much discussion in the village of The Very Old Farmers sons offer to sell the vegetable patch and a sliver of the orchard to the village as a car park. What are his plans for the farmhouse and the fields and the rest of the orchard?