Monday, July 17, 2017
Bob plants a start of the day kiss on his sisters cheek.
The look on her face hints that this may not be entirely welcome.
Off into the market town for a walk across the bridge.
A coffee in the shade of the arcades. A bowl of water and two cellophane wrapped biscuits for the PONs.
On the way back to the car Bob is keen to '' christen " two plaster dogs set up at a bric a brac ( or as the French would have it 'Fine Antiques' ) stall. He is hurried along.
Long term readers of the blog will remember that Bob was diagnosed as having had a small stroke in December. He lost the blinking action in one eyelid and the muscles on one side of his jaw. The symptoms got better and we've subsequently thought nothing of it believing that it was related to the stress of his sisters double leg breakage. Interestingly, some mild symptoms have belatedly returned in the aftermath of his sisters run-in with the bees. Bob, it has to be said, is devoted to his sister. Can it be coincidence ?