Thursday, November 7, 2019
Yesterday,The Old Farmer bought his new lady friend to visit the village. A major moment in the development of their relationship. She is introduced to the PONs before being driven to the mayors house for a coffee. I note that the venerable silver Mercedes has been polished until it sparkles. He is wearing cargo pants, open toed sandals and a brown check shirt. She is in red. Red leggings, red shoes, red skirt, red blouse, red jacket and red coat. Before they go he turns on his collection of Christmas lights. She tells him they're 'marvellous'.
This morning it's still wet. Still windy. The cushions on the bench in the terrace all scattered by the gale. The PONs look at me as if to say ' You should have taken those inside a month ago '.
They then follow me through the house. The subplot is making sure I don't forget to take them off to the cafe for a curly croissant end. Todays cake selection humdrum but there are additional choux pastry crumbs to go with the croissant. An indication that this is indeed the best day ever. Bobs tail thwacks against my chair.
Books I've finished this month.
This history of the US was a fast moving, high jinx type tale that only goes to show that there's nothing new under the sun. I enjoyed it.
This turned out to be a gentle, intelligent walk through European history. Didn't really relish opening it ( thought from the title the subject might be a bit dry ) but found the book to be well written and full of reasoned and enlightening insights. Probably one of the most thought provoking books of the year. Brexit casts a doleful shadow through its final pages.
And this was a delight.