A romantic surprise.

With 'The Font' away Angus watches the recorded  rugby highlights with a pizza and a six pack of beer. Bob settles at my feet and snores. At 11.30 Sophie heads off downstairs. She gives me a decidedly huffy ' You stay up if you want to but I'm off to get some beauty sleep ' look. She might as well add ' And do try to keep the noise down ! '.

This morning we're up at sunrise. The PONs know that this is going to be the best day ever so head out of the front door at high speed. They reappear ten minutes later having completed their checks of the garden and the orchard. Bob has a largely destuffed pink and blue turtle in his mouth. Sophie has discovered a long lost orange thing that has an indestructible squeaker.

Today, we shall be putting the large plastic top sheet on the pool to stop the leaves from the acacia tree falling into it. The pool has a corrugated solar powered cover but the leaves somehow manage to find their way through the cracks between the slats and into the water.

We shall also be painting the ceiling beams in the library.

The PONs are keen to help. They are always keen to help where paint is involved. 

Yesterday a white mini bus from Portugal arrived in the village. A dozen ladies emerged and laid a bouquet of carnations on the pedestal of the swaying Jesus. I assume they were relations of the seasonal agricultural workers who are about to head home. The village odd job man went across to talk to them. Angus very much hopes he wasn't trying to sell them anything. The PONs kept up a running commentary from their vantage point at the front gate. On our evening walk I couldn't help but notice that the bouquet of flowers had disappeared. Could it be that the village odd job mans wife had received a romantic floral surprise ? Waste not, want not. Maybe a sudden gust of wind blew them away ?

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