Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Sophie only needs to wear one small collar to stop her licking the recently exposed wound. Not complete freedom but much better than having the big collar round her neck. Who would ever have believed that the shy little puppy who hid under her brother would turn into such a determined patient ?
The task now is to keep her from doing all the things she wants to do like savaging her brother, leaping at falling leaves and chasing audacious blackbirds. The two handled harness and a set routine have made the transition onto the second recovery much easier.
'The Font' will take Bob to the specialists in Toulouse this afternoon for the brain scan. An hour down and an hour and a half back in the dark. In the meantime he's being kept busy. Lots of long leisurely walks on soft, leaf strewn paths.
Maid afternoon. Time to stand in the middle of the little stream for a drink in between fishing for trout. Our reverie is interrupted by the strange air displacing whoop-whoop-whoop of low flying helicopters. They fly over us, circle then circle again. Through the canopy of the trees I can see faces peering down at us. They monitor us for a long five minutes.
The Old Farmer, standing on his balcony with a pair of over sized binoculars, informs us that there is a major anti-terrorist exercise underway. An isolated backwater the perfect place for balaclava wearing men to abseil down ropes. A man standing in the middle of a stream with a shaggy dog is clearly not part of the script. An incongruous moment.
An outbreak of avian flu arrives just in time for Christmas. 3000 ducks have to be put down. Another 12000 being monitored. Department of agriculture vans pass through the village in the morning and return late in the afternoon - their work for the day done. The local poultry farmers face a tough Christmas.
Just another day in a part of deepest, deepest France profonde where nothing ever happens .