Six am. Sophie demonstrates her impatient ' let's get this show on the road ' flick of the ear.
A bowl of kibbles and cabbage is a great start to the day. This is followed by a long walk and a good half an hour chasing round the garden. Then it's time for a quick nap. In a hectic routine a girl has to find time for herself.
By September the grass in the garden and the surrounding fields is usually brown and and parched. This year it's emerald green. No one in the village can remember this happening before. Another sign of climate change ?
After three days of rain and chill temperatures it's time to close the pool. The Old Farmers aquatic lunge exercises come to a seasonal end. The solar powered pool cover doesn't work. I have to wind it closed by hand. The PONs would like to get involved but settle for watching. The pool noodles are stored away.
For the pool closure Sophie sports her worldly wise look.
It is Beers of the World week in the supermarket. On closer inspection all the beers turn out to be Belgian.
Monsieur Bay and the mayor are busy. Loic lives in a village 10 kilometres from here and his care home is 3 kilometres beyond that. There is much organizing to be done. The matron of the care home, who didn't know Loic had been released from hospital, has to find specialized medical help. This isn't as easy as it sounds. The mayor of Loics village has to be informed of what's happening. The local doctor needs to sign forms. The department has to authorize payment. Calls have to be made. No one complains. I'm reminded that we all know good people.
14 comments:
So happy for Loic--that action is being taken on his behalf. Here, we're gearing up for Oktoberfest in the local shop.....wurst, stuffed cabbage, liverwurst, red cabbage, saur kraut and peanut puffs.
Bella, Roxy and Dui will be interested in the liverwurst part of the story !
Pool noodles??
Relatives to pot noodles?
A tube of foam - usually brightly coloured. The Belgian lady can sis astride one at the deep end without getting her hair wet.
Good luck to Loic. It sounds complicated.
Pool noodles in French are frites. Wouldn't you know.
Belgium has many faults, mostly concerning its weather, but it does excel in the beer department. Floreffe! Maredsous! Ciney!
All the best to Loic. Clearly the Village Team is on the job
Sounds like a wonderful community network to me. My very best wshes to Loic and his mother.
Hari OM
Yes. Goodness abounds... YAM xx
A wonderful social network and safety net. Now that I no longer live in Europe I understand how precious that is.
I always enjoy the pictures of the PONs playing together. Bob appears to have a good head start on Sophie.
Keeping Loic and his mum in my thoughts.
Oh - I have a couple of those - I didn't realise they were called noodles !
It's wonderful that so many people will come together to aid Loic's recovery. In the meantime, are you taking over leaf clearing duties, Angus?
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