Tuesday, April 9, 2019
Angus is getting ready to head off to have dinner with men in dark suits. Last time he met them he was introduced to a take no prisoners lady in a black cocktail dress, a diamond brooch and a pair of grey running shoes. If that wasn't statement enough the shoes had extra thick yellow soles. This I guess is power dressing Manhattan style. The lady , who was the CFO, introduced herself with the words " I started in accounts and worked my way up from nowhere - a.k.a Brooklyn ". This is a difficult opening line to reply to. I thought of saying 'I'd never have known it from your accent ' but this would have been both untruthful and quite possibly rude. Sometimes silence and a smile is the best answer.
The PONs have noted that Angus is wearing black brogues. A sure sign part of the flock is about to wander. Can dogs look reproachful ?
The Coots are still safe on the village green. 'The Font' has only seen one of the little ones and we were coming round to the view that the local cats had got the two others. But no. This morning mother and three little ones paddle line astern across the pond. They move remarkably quickly into the safety of the rushes. Sophie glares at them.
A detour to the supermarket. Fare be it for me to criticize their inventory management but there are still Chocolate Christmas trees on the bio shelf. Angus is at that stage of self denial where his eyes are drawn automatically to anything chocolatey .
In the absence of chocolate Angus has been snacking on nuts and raising. You'd think that this most basic of all snacks would be easy to find. Far from it. The local supermarkets sell nuts and raisins that are either 1) salted ( an acquired taste ) or 2) are padded out with candied fruit that is towards the super sweet end of the taste spectrum. The big supermarket sells nuts and raisins but Angus is surprised to see that they're $3 a pack. 'The Font' suggests, delphically, that Angus should do the shopping more often.
This mornings croissant looks the part but fails to follow through. More bread than croissant. 5.5/10. The PONs think this score is churlishly low.