Monday, February 27, 2017
Monday morning. Bob and Sophie make it plain they're full of energy and ready to 'mix it up'. When I explain it to them they seem relaxed over the best picture confusion at the Oscars.
We head off to the early opening garden centre. The storm has done for the orange and lemon trees on the terrace. Replacements are required. The examples we find have that curled leaf look that tells you it's a national chain where no one's responsible for looking after the products. We'll buy them from the man in the market.
A dog washing machine has been installed by the front door.
Angus reads the instructions. The thought of walking Bob up a ramp, settling him down on a stainless steel tray, tying him up and expecting him to sit still why he's washed and blow dried beggars the imagination. The probable presence of shoppers with hyper-active children makes this flight of fancy even less likely. Both dog and owner would need a prescription strength sedative if they were to try it.