Friday, October 23, 2015

Lost composure.

We start the day enthusiastically. It goes on from there .

Bob, who is experiencing a joy overload at 'The Fonts' return, goes off for a power walk round the lake. 

Sophie is left alone with Angus. Angus closes the front door thinking Sophie is inside. She isn't. Sophie doesn't do alone. She certainly doesn't do alone quietly. The door is soon reopened.

Sophie is loaded into the back of the car. By the time we arrive at the bakers she's regained some of her lost composure.


  1. Well played Sophie!
    Toodle pip!

  2. It's very serious, being left outside! The composure might be restored with sufficiently generous snippets of croissant, don't you think?? Please??

  3. All ready to cadge some bakery samples.

  4. Sophie you are my girl all the way...that second photo is priceless!! "Hey you left me outside...what the frickety frack?"

  5. We can almost hear her ! There's nothing like a few crumbs of illicit half croissant, or a few slivers of fromage to restore a PONs composure, oh, and is there any more of that chicken casserole left ?

  6. The Font is home! All is right with the world.