Caroline , the new cleaning lady , suggests that '' it would be good if we had a lighter hoover to clean the top of the curtains ". Angus points out that this would mean we would be a four hoover family. Five, if you include the one that Caroline brings with her. The look I get in return tells me I'm spreading bad karma.
The ladies of the women's cooperative are very much into karma. They are also into Bart Simpson hairstyles, dungarees, hand woven alpaca pashminas and chanting while sitting cross legged on the floor . Recently they have established a collection of wallflower filled zinc baths . These now line the pavement like a row of brightly coloured battle cruisers. This makes parking difficult. Angus has a sneaking suspicion they are also into grow your own, smoke your own recreational pharmaceuticals. However, some thoughts are better left unvoiced.
Bob and Sophie spend their day barking at pilgrims on the lane, digging up the lawn and trying to find a way through, or over, the fence into the compost heap beyond. We stand and watch as Sophie runs up Bob's back and attempts to vault over the fence towards the silage beyond. After half a dozen attempts she finally recognizes she's failed. In the evening Bob finds a pair of 'the fonts' shoes left unguarded on the floor of the study. These are quickly chewed.
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Love the image of Sophie trying to vault over Bob. One day she will succeed.
But remind me, is Caroline from the womens co-op? She, at least, doesn't sound the 'let it all hang loose' type.
Yes. The ladies of the womens cooperative do soft furnishings ( not curtains ), plastering and decorating ( Aude our decaratrice ) , cementing ( the lady with the snuff box ), car repair , weaving, alpaca rearing and cleaning.
What an interesting and well-rounded day.
A portable hand-held hoover is so handy, and it would be a good investment for spot cleaning....good thing is they're not too pricey....I would grant Caroline her wish, she is doing a good job.
Angus you do make me laugh, do you have any idea how many people are growing their own recreational/medicinal pharmaceuticals these days? Back in the day my ex-husband was growing his own in my plant pots on the patio!!!! I being none the wiser was weeding out the little seedlings from between my prized flowers until one day when he saw me and almost had a coronary!!!
Dear sweet Bob....did he share his forbidden bounty with his sister? At least you know what to get the Font for Christmas now.
Perhaps this explains why my karma is so bad !
Oh dear Bob, you let them get photographic evidence of the misdeed, can't blame that one on little sister. (But he does look as if he's enjoying himself)
We do feel less alone now reading of Bob's chewing misadventures. Remy is nearly two and still must be watched like a hawk! Your two look in fine fettle!
Funny how Caroline didn't see your point. Perhaps SHE should become a two Hoover family?
Hmmm....Somehow, the suspicion of home grown recreational pharmaceuticals does not come as a surprise.
Something tells me 'the font' was less impressed by Bob's misbehavior than Angus was...
How very far-sighted of you to buy a house whose gate has windows perfectly positioned for Miss Sophie to look out.
Love that fourth picture, Bob all splayed out after Sophie using him as a launch pad?
Bad karma with Caroline!!!
You know... puppyhood supposedly lasts for two years.
Just saying. :)
Only another 14 months of having eyes in the back of your head. Sigh !
Bob looks so content in the last photo. Spread some good karma and give him a pair of your shoes also!:)
So glad to read that Sophie is CLEARLY much recovered from all her internal organs swelling! It is probably some sort of karma thing for Sophie that her brother turned out so large, very useful for Sophie in many instances I suspect. Don't think she has given up, she'll be dragging a planter over for Bob to stand on sooner than later I bet.
Goodness, fancy not caring about the state of the top of your curtains! What is Caroline supposed to do without adequate equipment!
Actually Caroline is responsible for me looking at the top of my bathroom mirror today, and now I must go look at my curtains . . . nothing wrong with looking.
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