Tuesday, June 18, 2013
In youth we learn ; in age we understand .
Sophie clambers into the back of the builders van and ' liberates ' a paintbrush that has carelessly been left on the floor. We find her under a cherry tree as she's just removing the last of its bristles. When told off she gives us a crystal pure look that says " I cannot tell a lie. It was Bob " . She is learning that big brothers have some uses.
For his part Bob is in the garden eyeing up the New York Review of Books. This has been carefully placed out of reach. There can be no doubting that Bob is keen to devour it from cover to cover. Literally.