Friday, August 21, 2015
For how long ?
One of those mornings when it's not too hot and not too chill. The sort of day when you could walk and walk and walk. And that's exactly what the PONs do.
Bob sniffs, but doesn't eat, the low hanging wild peaches and windfall plums.
Sophie has no such inhibitions and munches happily away on both. Where food is concerned she's a 'don't look a gift horse in the mouth' girl.
The oil man is delivering when we get home. Down to €0.65 a litre. Last year it was double that. We've ordered enough to get us through to next spring. Bob finds the delivery man down on his hands and knees opening the underground tanks filler cap. Faced with an enthusiastic PON the oil delivery man doesn't stay like that for long.
Two rather prim Dutch ladies sitting outside the Le Sunbeam cafe. They try to appear indifferent to the sight of a gentleman and two shaggy dogs approaching them. Angus says ' Bonjour '. They manage a wan smile. Bob and Sophie make sure the women aren't a threat and then turn on their backs to let the sun warm the parts that rarely get warmed. Angus informs Sophie this is indecorous behaviour. The two Dutch ladies decide anyone who talks to their dogs is clearly as mad as a hatter. They finish their coffees and head off without saying 'au revoir'. Neither Bob nor Sophie bother to acknowledge their departure.
I wish I remembered where we'd bought Furry Fox. There are, or were, two of them. One has now lost all it's limbs and exists as a a sort of headless furry torso. The other drool infused example retains three limbs and a de-stuffed head, but for how long ?