Bob wanders over for a tickle behind his ears. He looks at me with his big brotherly '' I believe you should be checking up on my sister " look.
On the other side of the garden I can see what appears to be a small sheep with its head and shoulders in a hole. How right Bob was to alert me to his sisters activities. She's gone mole hunting and has been excavating. She's dug a hole that she can squeeze her head and haunches into.
Bob revels in mischief. Sophie generates mayhem. And to think we thought having a female PON might bring a gentler more reflective presence into our canine mix of characters. Those black feet and muddy muzzle are washed twice. Sophie then falls asleep in the kitchen and dreams about all the brave things she's done.
The mayors secretary puts up the village Christmas decorations.
These comprise in their totality :1 band of gold tinsel around the yew bush on the right of the war memorial and 1 band of red tinsel round the yew bush on the left. There's also 1 short length of silver tinsel and 2 red baubles on the cypress by the church.
Forget less is more. In some cases less is less.
'Sweet visions attend thy sleep' : https://youtu.be/M0SNJaGPMyY?t=127