Sophie is still a little 'groggy' but is making good progress. Despite a midnight thunderstorm she sleeps solidly from seven at night until six thirty in the morning. Her appetite is 'robust'. Antibiotics swallowed enthusiastically.
Readers of the blog will not be surprised to learn that Sophie was not an easy in-patient. After the operation she made it clear that the staff at the clinic weren't going to get near her again - ever again. The female PON ' if in doubt howl ' approach to life. Faced with an 18 inch tall dervish, the surgeon, the night nurse and the anaesthetist thought it prudent to wait for 'The Font' to arrive and put on the harness. Sophie glared at them as she was carried out.
Bob is getting lots of long walks.
His drooling symptoms aren't getting any worse ( and he's not bothered by them ) but they're also not getting any better. No halitosis and no pain on his gums or swelling on his jaw so we don't think it's an abscess. However, one side of his face seems frozen which means he has to chew on his 'good' side.
The bakers in the little market town is starting to get into a seasonal spirit. The cake designs have taken on a 'cheerful' demeanour. Bob gets some choux pastry crumbs.
The central heating engineer never showed up. He calls to apologize ( half heartedly ) and says that he'll be at the house to look at the boiler on December 21st.
The village odd job man with the missing front tooth has started to decorate his balcony railings with a variety of flashing lights. He informs me that they '' won't be switched on yet ". This years colour scheme incorporates last years orange and red reindeer tableaux but adds three sets of Eau de Nile bulbs bought at a 'good price'. He shouts to his wife to turn them on. They surge into life. Angus once again wonders why the French have managed to convince the world that they are a sophisticated nation. '' Remarkable. Quite remarkable " I say truthfully.