Thursday, May 1, 2014
Forgive many things in others; nothing in yourself.
It's taken four and a half months but my French Driving License is finally ready at the Prefecture. By the time I've found a parking spot half the population of France are in a queue ahead of me. When called to the window the ice maiden looks at me in a way that suggests that if she had her way I wouldn't be getting a driving license.
Bob has returned from the kennels looking very svelte. Sophie by contrast is looking rather well fed. She's become decidedly curvaceous. Can she really have been stealing ALL her brothers kibbles ? .
The font clears out Angus's old shirts. There was a time when they would have been thrown out. Now the buttons are cut off and they're given to the PON's to play tug of war with. The house is filled with the sound of cotton being shredded. PON satisfaction.