Wednesday, August 15, 2018
Pure vocal joy.
Our day starts, as every day with PONs starts, enthusiastically.
We wander round to see the Very Old Farmer. Despite the early hour the district nurse is there. She comes at seven to get him up, returns at noon to oversee his lunchtime medicine and is back at eight to make sure he's safe for the night. In between the meals on wheels lady and the housekeeper pop in to keep him company. This, the matron at the old folks home tells me, is 60% more cost effective than having him come into the residence. ' And he's much happier being in his own home ' she adds.
Sophie stands at the gate and is decidedly miffed that she can't get to see the old man. Our fiercely independent diva rather enjoys the tickles she gets. His tone of voice when he sees her is not dissimilar to pure vocal joy. The restorative power of dogs should never be underestimated.
In the greengrocers peppered cashews appear alongside the curried variety. We buy some raw cashews for a curry. They need to soak for six hours but they end up tasting like chicken.
The PONs are oblivious to the fact that we're at the bakers early. The cakes still being made. There are however croissant crumbs. a bowl of water and ear scrunches.
Doves, pigeons and egrets busy searching for food amid the corn stalks in the field across the road. The PONs get out of the back of the car, see the interlopers and charge. The birds fly to one corner of the field followed by their four legged pursuers. Bob is wearing his '' that showed them who's boss ' face when he comes back home. The birds seem quite unconcerned.
So starts the best day ever.
Things to make you think on a Wednesday morning : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCOFYFDLWic