Everyday life in a rickety old Scottish farmhouse with a very happy Polish Lowland Sheepdog. A record of those unimportant little things that are too important to be forgotten.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
I do today from memory what yesterday I did in passion.
Sophie has picked up an infection. She gets two injections and antibiotics for eight days. She sleeps soundly all night.
Madame Bay arrives to review the new ' girls ' cleanings skills. The house is spotless but ' the font ' reassures Madame Bay that no one cleans like she does. This is taken as an unalloyed compliment. '' Oh,I know ! , Oh, I know ! " she repeats while holding a large coffee cup. Today is a day for venturing forth in swathes of orange chiffon and the trademark paisley turban fixed at the front by the faux Kohinoor diamond.
There are six new born calves in the field by the stream. They trot along behind their mothers in the morning sun. Studies in perfect carefree innocence.
The beer and absinthe set are upset by the noise of the resurfacing work in the market hall opposite the cafe. When not actually drinking, the lady in the hairnet, red pom pom slippers and blue dressing gown sits with her fingers in her ears.
The garlic sculpture exhibition has arrived in the market town. This afternoon we shall be driving down to see the life sized garlic statue of D'Artagnan and the three musketeers.
The Saturday morning social whirl in deepest France profonde.
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A life-sized statue garlic of the four musketeers...please take photos.
XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy
Hope sophie is well and chasing hedgehogs again soon.
I've no doubt that no one in your village wears those wathes of chiffon and trademark paisley turban better than Madame Bay--I do so miss hearing her thoughts and about the aliens in the orchard.
I hope Sophie is feeling better!
So sorry to hear about Sophie's infection, but with her excellent vet and home care, she'll be better in no time. Please give her a tummy rub and and an ear tickle from me and Brownie.
Madame Bay's timely visit must have cheered Sophie up no end. I can see her putting on the "Oh poor me" act for Madame Bay, while Bob watches shaking his head.
Angus, the picture you painted of the lady (of absinthe crowd fame) with her fingers in her ears to keep out the noise was priceless. A cartoon caricature immediately sprung to mind.
Enjoy the garlic sculpture exhibition.
Glad the source of Sophie's problem is determined. Extra ear scritches to her.
I do love your kicker lines, they always make me laugh.
one can only hope by mid winter the same little calves won't be starving as he let the others starve...
only averted by your kind intervention.
Glad to hear Sophie is now on her way to recovery.
The compost pit might have has something to with it.
Those calves, not the bad farmer's are they? We suggest dispensing with the compost and go strait to making silage. Better for Sophie and you'll be able to sleep this winter without hearing the mournful cries of hungry, freezing calves. They'll thank you for it, Angus.
I second Barbara "BOOKS" and a dog amongst them: perfect.
Glad to read that Sophie's 'wee' problem seems to be a straightforward one. Hooray for antibiotics!
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