Sunday, January 20, 2019

Intimidatory ,


Bob gives his sister a morning kiss. He does this every morning. Presumably it's to make sure she's not had something wonderful to eat on the sly. She accepts this daily ritual with stoic, if somewhat pained, silence.

The weather mild but with a change coming. A cold front moving down from the Arctic promises a week of thick frost. The PONs can hardly wait. Angus checks the lagging on all the external taps.


The family diva looked presentable when she woke. Ten minutes out in the grass excavating last nights mole hills has a retrograde effect on her appearance.


At the bakers two rather fine lemon meringue pies. No hesitation in buying the smaller one for lunch ( and dinner ).


A group of 30 or so cheerful hikers walk along the lane. They are the sort that laugh and joke as they go. We know they're not pilgrims because they all have those skier type walking sticks. Bob watches them intently from his stump seat. To deter any hikers from getting too close he clenches Lamb on a Rope firmly between his teeth. It works. The hikers look at him, chuckle and hurry on. A clear victory for canine intimidation ( or that at least is what Bob believes ).


A letter to The Times  :




Have just opened up The Economist to see this chart showing how chickens have grown in size in recent years:




Sunday morning music : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppyB70Yku7k








13 comments:

  1. What a good boy you are Bob. Kissing your sister and defending your castle.

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    1. A modern man. Defender of his castle with a sensitive side. Perhaps he should be on a Gillette ad ?

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  2. That modern chicken is kind of scary. Chickenzilla.
    Why does the use of walking sticks, or trekking poles as I've been told they're called, signify non-pilgrims? Are pilgrims supposed to walk all the way to the end of Spain without any assistance?
    Yummy lemon meringue.

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    1. A general rule of thumb is that pilgrims have wooden walking sticks or a wooden staff. The hikers have state of the art ones made from composite materials. Pilgrims also tend to have rucksacks and broad brimmed hats and ( as is traditional for pligrims ) they wear something red.

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  3. I too am questioning the non use of trekking poles by pilgrims. But not today's dessert choice!
    Cheers, Gail.

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  4. I think that Bob has certainly mastered "the art of the deal" with Sophie!

    And I think chickens aren't the only things that have grown in size since 1957! :-)

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  5. Thank you, I didn't know about the proper ensemble for pilgrims. A friend is going back to Compostela this spring; I will so advise her, just in case.

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  6. Hari OM
    this vegetarian will regrain from pointing out the obvious response to that chook chart. Love that letter - and could the tart have been smaller by virtue of distance from the camera lens??? YAM xx

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  7. I love Bob.....just had to say so.

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  8. In L.A. we just call him "The Dude" (Gustavo, that is :-). Beautiful piece.

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  9. That chart should have a line overlaid from left to right, descending, to indicate that as the chickens have gotten larger, flavor has declined. The poor things can barely stand up, their breasts are so large.

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