Our day starts, as every day here starts, with the PONs hurtling out of the front door. This morning Sophie takes the lead. She can be glimpsed disappearing at a remarkable turn of speed into the six am darkness.
The great thing about having a blog is you can go back a year and see what you were doing then. A year ago Sophie had been through one operation and was waiting for her second leg to be seen to. Bob was displaying his mysterious Bells Palsy/Stroke like symptoms. They are both now in ferocious good health.
Later this week we shall take a video clip of a fully recovered Sophie to the vet who did the two legs. We've both suddenly got to the age where we're thankful for all those people who do their jobs day in day out with quiet dignity and who rarely get remembered or thanked.
The Women's Cooperative ladies are here at nine.
Yesterday and today they've been filling in cracks in the walls and ceiling. Angus thought we might have seen more progress but decides to keep this thought to himself. The dungaree clad ladies are being paid by the hour. This surely can't have anything to do with the glacial rate of work ? At eleven they stop work and chant for half an hour. The PONs are as bemused as Angus by this development.
At moments of stress Bob finds a shredded lamb is a perfect aid to relaxation. I decline his kind offer.
The angelic duo are right pawed : https://theconversation.com/ive-always-wondered-can-animals-be-left-and-right-pawed-83716
12 comments:
Chanting - the women's co-op alternative to elevenses?
I'd prefer the traditional tea and a biscuit.
Cheers! Gail.
Perhaps you should leave for the day, while they're there.
You don't have to sit cross legged on the floor for tea and biscuits.
Anywhere you could have a devonshire tea and a break away from the ladies?
If it makes you feel any better, artisans don't generally work any faster when they're paid by the job rather than by the hour. We had a wall put up along the property line. The mason agreed to a certain price for the job. He arrived around 9, and puttered while stopping to chat with passing villagers (it was the big excuse for everybody to stop by to examine the new foreigners up close). He'd work an hour, then stop for coffee (again with a small swarm of curious locals). And so on. Instead of two weeks, it took three months to build the wall. Had he finished on time, it would have been a fine sum, but stretched over three months it was much less profitable.
Hari OM
...you could charge them rent-back for the providing the 'sacred space'? YAM xx
A share of the shredded lamb might be just what you need to calm the inner man, Angus. Look on it as Bob does - an aid to perfect relaxation.
Thanks for the link to the article - very interesting particularly for some of my relatives with horses and other animals!
A year already?! Oh time...how you fly.
Angus, I am fairly new to your blog. I've never really thought of myself as the groupie type, but this blog has me hooked! I absolutely love your description of the PONs and their antics. I also enjoy the links you often share. Keep up the good work, you now have human and canine friends in central Illinois! Fondly, Sophie (the Bernedoodle) and her mom (the farmwife)
Bob's kind offer may look more appealing as the week goes on.
How can it be a year since those difficult episodes at the ROF? I've lost all sense of time.
Bailey Bob is left pawed. I tried to convert him to being right pawed early on but it did not work.
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