It's been windy. The branches of the wisteria whipping backwards and forwards in front of the security lights causing them to come on and go off all night. Bob and Sophie feel it prudent to let us know what's happening. They don't tire of doing so until well gone midnight. Before our morning walk I'm up a ladder with a pair of shears lopping away at the wisterias branches. Oh for a night uninterrupted by floodlights.
It goes without saying that sleep deprivation is something the PONs don't understand. They rush out of the front door. Sophie lets out a high pitched whoop of delight as she crosses the threshold. This is something she does every morning despite strict instructions to be quiet.
The builders are back again. Or to be precise one of the morose lads is back. He's diligently laying the tiles on the terrace. There is nothing like the lure of a new car ( or in this case a 20 year old Golf convertible ) to get a teenage boy doing overtime. A morosity defying moment. This morning he's wearing a New York Yankees baseball cap , backwards. The height of chic. He has brought biscuits so Sophie is happy.
A very quiet Sunday morning in deepest, deepest France profonde.
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Observation from the Westcoast of Canada: When not caked in dried mud - those PON noses are something beautiful to behold. Who knew!!!!!!
They both look splendid this morning! Regards to all in the ROF.
Strict instructions to be quiet? That'll work then.
Cheers! Gail.
Yes, but did he throw fluffy fox.
The feral cats set off our security lights...
I have yet to encounter someone who wears a baseball cap backwards that can give me a explanation for why they wear it that way.
Caps are worn backwards here too. La mode!
A young fellow saves for a car but brings biscuits for Sophie? Unles he's had them at home, it's obvious she's been turning on the charm.
50% diva; 50% charm. A recipe for making sure the house is organized around you.
Keeps the sun off the back of your neck ? Or some sense of 'kool' known only to certain types of male under 30 ?
Little chance of working at the ROF unless you're a proficient furry fox thrower.
That selective PON deafness again.
Sophie's always has a wet shine.
The words Sophie and quiet don't normally go together !
The next time you have building work, you can only hope that another morose young lad has his eye on a fancy car.
Ah yes, the security lights. Ours at the back likes to stay on all night and not a branch in sight. Biscuits are always a wise choice.
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