Sunday, February 12, 2017
A grey but mild morning. The PONs wake at six. Sophie starts her day by emitting a series of low pitched whistles. These build up over the next ten minutes until she's in full voice. This is the cue for Bob to wander into the ( out of bounds ) bedroom and poke the side of my face with his nose. That 'time to get up' moment. Sophie's hour keeping is uncanny in its accuracy and is certainly more precise than the church clock which is currently running eight minutes late.
The garage has given us a car to tide us over until the 'Loonj' is repaired. This one is an 'Up!'. It is very small, has four doors but no boot. The interior combines spartan and sombre. Angus puts the seat as far back as possible but getting in and out is still part of the Harry Houdini experience. Although it's overwhelmingly black both inside and out it has a white roof. This is presumably a design statement.
Lest anyone think that we own the thing there are stickers on the front doors that say Volkswagen Rent. It has one endearing feature - the fuel gauge seems to be stuck on full no matter how many miles we drive.
The PONs are still in their ' don't let him out of your sight' mode. Wherever Angus goes two shaggy dogs follow him.
And here is a piece to make you laugh. Never buy a pet from a friend : https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2017/feb/10/experience-i-accidentally-bought-a-giant-pig