Thursday, July 31, 2014
Wolves don't lose sleep over the opinion of sheep.
Something I've never seen before. Crayfish crossing the old roman road. They're three quarters of the way between the stream and one of the little lakes the local farmer uses to irrigate the sunflower fields. The crayfish wave their claws at us as we pass. The PONs, who find this intriguing, are grabbed by their harnesses and ' helped along '. A precaution in case sensitive noses and hard pincers meet in an 'educative' moment.
The builders are already hard at work when we return . The morose lads carrying lengths of zinc down pipe through the flowerbeds. At eleven they all mysteriously disappear. Bob and Sophie watch two white vans and two fork lift trucks roll out of the gates. 'The font' surmises that another household has read them the pre-holiday riot act. Something along the lines of '' If you don't get this finished today you'll not get another penny out of me ". The builders return at four. No explanation for their absence is forthcoming. At six they leave; cheque in hand. They've also left a mallet on a corner of the roof.
Bob and Sophie have had a great day. They would be only too happy if the builders were here every day. Of course it would be even better if the builders brought Jaffa Cakes.