Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Reached an age.....

Nothing like two lively dogs to get your day started. Bob sits on Sophie's side of the car. There is a 'discussion'. She gets out. He gets out.

They are loaded back into the car. Bob again settles down in his sisters space. Sophie complains. 'Complains' in the Sophie sense being an understatement.

The old adage ' third time lucky ' holds true. Everyone sits in their allotted spot. Happiness and silence return to The Rickety Old Farmhouse.

In the afternoon we go to inspect the damage done to the kiln. It doesn't take Inspector Clouseau to work out this is the work of bored pre-teens. A few broken bricks and the iron bars on the grille at the back bent out of shape.

In the supermarket the aisles blocked by staff restocking the shelves. When I say blocked I mean completely blocked. Angus points out the dangers of this situation to a young man. He gets a less than friendly look in return. However, the shelf stacker does clear a path so that shoppers can walk along the aisle. Angus has reached an age where he voices his grumpiness. The Victor Meldrew syndrome.

The Irish 'Easter' mannequin still holds pride of place in the aisles.

Just another of those quiet days in deepest, deepest France profonde.


Coppa's girl said...

Angus - grumpy? I don't believe it !

WFT Nobby said...

Was hoping that mannequin would not make a reappearance...

Bella Roxy & Macdui said...

SHE's rather Victor Mildrew-ish at times.

Anonymous said...

Is it just fluff or has young Bob filled out a bit?
Oh the green of that mannequin eyes hurt.