Even though it's a Saturday the builders show up and continue work on the terrace. One of the morose lads has found a 1995 VW Golf convertible and is working as hard as he can in order to put down a deposit on it.
'Furry Fox' has made a reappearance. The morose lads are reminded by Bob that life shouldn't be all work and no play. Every hour or so dogs and builders traipse onto the lawn for a fox throwing interlude. Angus thinks this is a less than efficient arrangement. The PONs disagree.
An absent minded workman has left the water running overnight. The lower garden has turned into a swamp and the well is completely dry. The pump, having run all night drawing air, has blown a fuse.
A large pile of fresh sand is delivered. The morose lads start mixing up render. Sophie claims the pile of sand as her very own. She digs in it, rolls in it and then turns on her back and lies in it. Sand and PON fur are not an ideal combination.
The pile of sand is placed off limits. The sand on the end of Sophie's nose at lunchtime ....
...... and again in the evening hints that 'off limits' is an concept she doesn't understand.
After dinner there is goats cheese with a hint of white fig compote eaten off 'The Fonts' fingers. The PONs go to bed happy.
The morose lads are due again this morning. Proof that there is no inducement as powerful as a boys first car.
11 comments:
Mmmm. Goats cheese with a hint of white fig compote sounds good.
Glad to hear furry fox has returned, how many legs has this one got?
I also fancy some of the goats cheese and fig, sounds very tasty.
Fresh sand, what fun! We hope that Bob didn't christen it before Sophie rolled in it!
The look on Sophie's face in the last photo -"Come on - where's mine then?"
Even better when licked off the end of a finger. Family food !
Two furry foxes. One with one and a half limbs, the other with three.
Sophie always gives her plaintive ' You forgot me ' look after she's finished dinner.
Being from the south, I totally understand the PON's view on a "finger lickin' good" meal!
Thank goodness for fuses!
Banned from the compost heap and now the sand....can't a girl have any fun?
Very swish dinner treat! Ours here got peanut butter on a spoon.....I won't tell them about the white fig compote.
Oh. Sand.
That would be such a disaster here.
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