Monday, June 27, 2016
A gentle perambulation.
Monday morning. Bob heads off to the waterfall with 'The Font' at a cracking pace. Angus is left with Sophie. We promenade round the village at zimmer frame speed. Sophie stops to stare at the frogs in one of the village ponds. We also watch the flowers, the cows, the horses, a heron in a willow tree and a variety of other ( to humans ) unexceptional things. Staring is interspersed with sniffing.
When we get close to the house - and breakfast - the pace picks up. Angus is given that unmistakable '' What's keeping you ? " look.
The angelic duo are loaded into the back of the car. What should be an easy task is complicated by the fact that Bob has decided to sit on the right side. This is his sisters side. She makes it plain that he has to move. This creates confusion. Finally, they are both ordered out, and then reloaded. The second attempt works like a dream. Bob moves to the left. Peace is restored.
The newspapers and broadcasters bile is now in full flow over Brexit. There can be no doubting that in French eyes the English ( British is a word rarely used ) are the most deceitful, ungrateful, untrustworthy group of charlatans ever to walk the earth. 'The Font' listens to the eight am morning news broadcast and observes that the condemnatory tone is 'a little shrill '. This is Swedish understatement for shrieking condemnation.
At the garden centre the nice young people who work at the animal sanctuary are collecting croquettes. They use a ton of croquettes a month. This week they are short of kitten kibbles. Angus is loaded up like a donkey and dispatched to the cash desk. When did animal food become so expensive ? The young people seem both surprised and grateful by the appearance of a foreigner weighed down with sacks.