The last of the hyacinth bulbs dug up. The lavender bushes along the driveway flattened. Bob and Sophie continue to practise their very particular gardening skills.
Sophie booked in for her 'visit' to the vet on July 1st. Bob can wait. The vet thinks that looking after two post-operative PON's would be a nightmare. '' Not double the amount of work. Ten times as much !! " he says with a very Gallic shrug of the shoulders.
Seven in the evening. The mayor resplendent in his red tartan pork pie hat and the man in the yellow luminescent jacket who does ' interventions ' arrive at the garden gate. They want to talk about refreshments at the pottery fair. The village is divided over whether sausage or a mixed grill should be served. A vote will need to be taken. What does ' the font ' think ? They have a glass of champagne . A quick ' woof ' of farewell as they go then Bob and Sophie get back to chewing a watering can .