Thursday, September 5, 2013
Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change.
The return of the builders. Or, to be precise, the return of two sets of builders and the swimming pool repair man.
One set of builders repair the floor tiles they broke on their last visit. Another set replace the modern glass in the windows with old 'run' glass. I'd always thought that glass 'ran ' because of gravity but ' the font ' says that old glass gets its distorted appearance because it was simply badly made. I prefer the gravity answer. The swimming pool repair man replaces the pump that has been allowing overflow water to wash away the local farmers winter wheat.
Both sets of builders are the well meaning sort that want to talk to the dogs. They wave their arms, bend down, and make all sorts of strange noises. There is nothing that is more likely to make two seven month old PON's believe that the house has been overrun by sociopaths than men who wave their arms, bend down and make strange noises. The builders are followed everywhere by two constantly barking guardians.
Bob and Sophie are finally banished to the kitchen where their curiosity can do least damage. Glass cutting is an activity best practised without canine involvement.