Monday, December 12, 2016
Sophie watches the school buses head off. The teenagers are too busy texting to notice her but the primary schoolers wave and shout 'Bonjour'. Later she will go out to greet the pre-schoolers. She finds these outings deeply satisfying.
'The Font' will be heading down with Bob to the local vet for blood tests . His inability to use the eyelids on the left eye a worry. Perhaps drops are needed ?
Sophie is a toughie and doesn't mind going to the vets or the hospital. Bob, although he wouldn't like to admit it, is absolutely petrified. He is a sensitive soul. Maybe female PONs are just more independent. We think our local vets are wonderful but there's a tendency to schedule tests spread over weeks.
It makes more sense for the tests to be scheduled on one day so that he isn't forever being sedated or having blood taken from his paw. If there's no clinic in Toulouse that can do the MRI and the ear work at the same time let's find one somewhere else that can. Having him sedated once rather two or three times can't be beyond the wit of man. 'The Font' will explain this strategy to the vets and attempt to convince them it's their idea.
From the top of the ridge we can see there's a line of clouds out towards Bordeaux and the Atlantic. Perhaps a change in the weather is on the way. It's been so warm we haven't yet lit a fire.
Prune eclairs in the bakers.
We settle for a coffee tart and slice of strawberry cake. Bob is not allowed to eat before his blood tests so the choux pastry flakes he was offered will need to wait until tomorrow.
So starts a December Monday morning in deepest, deepest France profonde.