For some reason I've agreed to talk at a debate in Edinburgh on Scottish Independence. Time to write something down and send it off to the organizers. Bob saunters into the office and props his chin on my knee. The unmistakable 'can we play ?' look. '' I'll be out soon I've got work to do "I hear myself say. No sooner have the words left my lips than the idiocy of the statement sinks in.Is there anything more important than a game of catch on a sunny day ?
In the afternoon 'the font' bakes a Simnel cake. Sophie stays in the kitchen to provide support. Bob and Angus go across to the Salle des Fetes for the Cherry Cooperatives annual lecture. The guest speaker is a man in a bright red shirt and black flared trousers. He settles himself at the tressle table on the stage, opens a ring file and starts reading. '' My talk today is about the danger of fruit flies ". Bob falls asleep. Dogs have all the luck. Slides or some form of visual aids might have added some zest to the speech.
The Chairman of the Cherry growers Cooperative is hopeful that there will be a bumper crop this year. 'We produced 1300 tonnes of cherries in 2011, 420 in 2012 and 681 in 2013. Let's hope for another 2011 ! ". With that rhetorical flourish the meeting comes to an end. The Old Farmer serves his home made wine from the stainless steel tea urn.
Bob and Sophie doze in the courtyard until bedtime.