A three layers morning. It was only a couple of weeks ago that Angus could head off on the morning walk in shirt sleeves. This morning it's a shirt, a jumper and a fleece. The PONs love it.
Bob and Sophie continue to be in a happy place although Bob seems to be in a happier place than Sophie....
... that is until Sophie gets in the back of the car and settles down in his place. Bobs expresses his unhappiness.
It's a day of strikes against the new Presidents economic policies. We park in what turns out to be the square where the unions are to hold a rally. A thirty minute trip into town turns into a two hour wait to get to the car. There are lots of speeches. We head off to the bookstore. ' The Font ' finds a cookery book designed for Angus.
On the main square a couple are training their young dog. They've decided to introduce her to the water jets. These jets shrink to nothing then shoot, unexpectedly, eight feet into the air. A miracle of the urban architects art. The dog doesn't get the hang of it. She sits on the jets, then runs through them. The owner gets soaked. His wife takes photos. Someone, at least, thinks the whole thing hilarious.
Despite the cooler weather The Old Farmer continues to come over and use the pool for his mid-afternoon 'lunge' exercises. The Belgian lady joins him and sits astride a bright yellow pool noodle and splashes. They laugh a lot. I'd have to say The Old Farmer is looking much, much better. His face fuller and ruddier. He informs me that they will be heading off to Lithuania in May of next year for two months. He repeats the 'two months'. Bob and Sophie watch spellbound as these two strange aquatic creatures cavort in the shallow end.
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