The weather forecast said it would be a cold,wet day with torrential downpours. It turns out be to be bright and sunny.
A sale of brassicas in the wrought iron market hall. We buy a 5 kilo bag of brussel sprouts. '' Picked this very morning " says the farmer . Some cynics believe the local farmers actually buy their products in the local supermarket, repackage them and sell them on at a profit to gullible foreigners. This I'm sure is expat folklore.
The sun brings out some pilgrims in search of the Holy Well. Sophie greets each and every one. Exhausted having guarded her house and flock, she falls asleep. She snores.
Turkey curry for dinner. The family diva settles in the kitchen to oversee its preparation. People can come and find her if they want. Bob stands at the front door. Every inch the host. A look on his face that says " Assieds-toi confortablement " . What contrasting canine characters.
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Nothing better than a PON greeting!
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I am imagining Bob saying "now please sit down and make yourselves comfortable" in a soft and gentlemanly Scottish burr.
Sophie sounds like one of the Stomach Hounds we have around here.
I like your door sign "What part of WOOF don't you understand?" Visitors are now accustomed to me backing out of the front door to greet them while keeping the hounds in the house w/o escaping.
Me thinks the expat folklore might be correct in some instances.
Poor Sophie sleeping and snoring after a hard morning's work at the gate made me smile.
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