Tuesday, January 12, 2016
" My dad finds it confusing too ! "
Cold this morning. The weather forecast, which is notable for its unreliability, says there will be gale force winds and a possibility that temperatures may drop to - 1 tonight. This may kill of the deer ticks which continue to thrive in the warm damp weather.
'The Font' heads off from the local airport to Brittany. You know it's going to be a small plane when there are more check-in and security staff than there are passengers.
A fire engine with six cheerful firemen follows the aircraft out onto the runway. After it's taken off the fire engine races at top speed from one end of the tarmac to the other, lights flashing, klaxon blaring. I've never seen the like. This is presumably done after each of the four daily flights. A sort of perk of the job for the boys. With so few flights a day they have to get their practice in somehow.
Bob and Sophie seem to intuitively know that the standard of cuisine will decline.
The ten year old Sony television is showing its age. The picture is fine but the speakers now sound as though they're muffled in a thick layer of cotton wool. Bob and Sophie are left to guard the back of the car while I go in search of a replacement. An attractive young lady explains the relative benefits of 3D, HED, 4K and a variety of other acronyms. I'm none the wiser. '' Don't worry ! My dad finds it confusing too and he's only forty five ". She says this with what is presumably well intentioned kindness.
Bob spends his afternoon sitting on his stump seat at the front gate waiting for his lost sheep to return. He is not happy that part of his flock has wandered. He's still there when it gets dark and has to be encouraged inside.