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