Sunday, November 24, 2019
Midnight at The Rickety Old Farmhouse. A real humdinger of a storm blowing outside. The rain cascading down. Sophie can't settle. She sits and looks at me. ' Do you know my brothers not here ?' I scrunch her ear. She's not the only one worried about Bob. He's not eaten since Wednesday night and is in the recovery room on a drip. There's a cat in there with him but he's so out of it he's not bothered. Somehow, miraculously, he's still with us.
We head into the kitchen. Angus has not one but two yogurts. Sophie licks the pots dishwasher clean. Some small recompense for being separated from Bob. She settles down with a sigh by the front door. Who'd ever have thought she'd be so upset ?
Mid morning we'll all head off to see how the family fellow is getting on.