A Saturday evening dash to the supermarket for supplies. Ice cream, oven chips, steak and 3 bottles of a rather good 2009 Pomerol. Not, I should add, to be drunk at once but rather a gradual replenishing of the cave after the summer visitors. 'The Font' returns tomorrow. Sophie will be delighted when the inhouse catering returns to normal.
This morning we try a new cafe by the rugby stadium. Angus gets his coffee and has to ask for a bowl of water for the angelic duo. The cafe doesn't have croissants. They do however have a slightly stale Jesuit which the PONs share. Tails wag.
Next Saturdays rugby match is at 8:45 pm. This means Bob and Angus will need to have dinner at the hot dog outlet. Bob thinks the hot dog caravan with the metal chimney in its roof serves the best food in the world. Twenty years ago, when Angus's stomach was still made of cast iron, he might have agreed.
Why is it shopping arcades build fancy walkways that you can't walk under to get out of the rain ? This one is blocked by bicycle parks and flower beds.
In The Fonts absence the house is beginning to look like a bomb has hit it. This is what a few days with Angus and the PONs can do to a house.
It is easy to become exercised about Britains lying, deceitful, philandering politicians. Then you stumble across a beautifully written analysis of John Le Carres latest work in the letter pages of The Economist. The letter writer ? The head of the security service MI6. Things can't be all bad if we still have public servants like this. A rare instance when the phrase 'feed back loop' has a poetic quality.
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Hari OM
From what could be read here, it is indeed a worthy piece, restoring faith in the integrity of those who have to handle the less savoury matters of life... and life is definitely sweetened by almond pastries, albeit a day too old! YAM xx
Thanks for showing the original article - I heard a debate about 'Smiley vs Bond' on Radio 4 a couple of a days ago. Bertie has recently been considering composing a blog post about his views on a certain Foreign Secretary.. Watch this space...
Cheers, Gail (who is not especially proud of the fact that she has so far failed to sit through an entire Bond movie without falling asleep. And who recently tested her until now cast iron digestive system by eating a generous portion of burger and chips lunch at a small town restaurant in backwood Washington State, then cycling up a 10 mile hill. It passed, just...)
Interesting what the 3 children get up to whilst the Font is away.
What happens while 'the Font' is out of town I'm sure is a secret Bob will keep. Sophie on the other hand... But I had to chuckle at what you wrote about the hot dog outlet and the cast iron stomach. I was the same way. There was a time when I could (would?) have eaten a bad hot dog for breakfast and been just fine. Of course I can't now, and I keep antacids in my car.
So while you and Bob are downing hot dogs at the rugby match, Sophie will be home alone? Poor girl. This might be an opportunity to snuggle up on the forbidden rose damask sofa just for spite.
'The Font' will be back tonight. Sophie doesn't do 'alone'.
Thank you for showing us the article written by the Chief of Secret Intelligence Service. I agree with him regarding George Smiley, but who could forget the gorgeous ultra brave James Bond, too. When I was a pre-teen decades ago I loved Le Carre books, and still do. Must read the latest. Enjoyed his interview on 60 minutes. A very Smiley type.
Steak, chips, and ice cream, don't strike me as being much of a reduction in the quality of in-house catering at the ROF. It's not as though you'd bought fish fingers and mushy peas....
A stale Jesuit? Picturing the PONs gnawing on an old priest....
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