Dreech. A Scottish word that sums up what sort of day it is. Wet with a bone chilling wind. The little market town is deserted except for a nun who comes out of the Abbey talking intently on her mobile phone. '' Sister. You really must be here on time ! ". Angus would love to know the story behind the grumpy admonition.
On the way home the PONs wait in the back of the car while I go into the hardware store for a Lamb on a Rope.
Bob is still enthralled with his '' purple " rope toy rediscovered under an olive tree.
Sophie is in an affectionate mood. She's found something unmentionable in a ditch and is keen to share it with me.
Mid morning we head off for a coffee. Today we choose a modern cafe opposite the shopping centre. The ceiling decoration is unusual. The PONs owner wonders if its supposed to look like that. The cafe is deserted. I ask the spaced out young man behind the counter if he could bring a bowl of water for the dogs. '' Sure " he says. That is all he says. The rest of our interactions are conducted in silence.
The minimalist Japanese Christmas trees are found in the cellar and assembled.
Madame Bays good for nothing son-in-law Hugo arrives with the top of a Christmas tree strapped to the roof of the Ford Mondeo estate. '' I thought you might like it ". Why we would want a four foot six, malformed, piece of Spruce remains unsaid. Angus feigns delight. Hugo doesn't go. He helps me carry it into the drawing room. '' Did it cost you anything ? " I ask in case a 'reward' is needed. ' No. Only the petrol '. I give him a bottle of cooking wine. He leaves happy. Angus finds some more baubles in the cellar. Bob watches as I put them on the tree.
Seems like nothing exciting happened today. Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different.
A cheery start to a Tuesday : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGuSRpg1EI8