Someone has 'tinkered' with the new electronic bell system in the church. The bells now peeling away triumphantly on the hour , every hour, twice. It's as if a royal wedding is taking place. At three in the morning the novelty of the bells has worn thin. A Sunday morning call to the mayor is on the cards. I'll go round to see the Very Old Farmer to make sure he's managed to get some sleep. We are at least 50 metres from the church. He is directly opposite.
In the afternoon 'The font' sits at the wooden table in the garden and works on the Mandarin course. This is proving to be a difficult language to get to grips with. Bob settles down on the table and is keen to help. Having been firmly told not to chew the textbook he finally falls asleep. Not even the bells disturb him.
In the evening two attentive PONs pay close attention as dinner is prepared. We're at that happy stage where both know their daily routine . Lunch and dinner play a large part in it.
5 comments:
Maybe the Mandarin would be easier to master on an uninterrupted night's sleep?
I just want you to know, I love your dogs.
Yes, dogs can sleep through anything, but a meal of course.
Hope the bells are fixed soon, it must be quite annoying during the night.
Wishing all of you a restful night and that's including the Very Old Farmer too.
I tip my hat to the Font, I don't think I would ever try to learn Mandarin, but knowing her she will conquer the course...wishing her the best.
Happy Sunday!!
Hope the very old farmer is doing well. I think of him often.
If you can get a pigeon carcass out of a jammed clockwork and get the clock to run again, I have great faith that you can remedy the runaway bell problem.
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