Wednesday, September 16, 2020
Sophie is bathed, towelled dry and brushed. How easily those words trip off the keyboard. How complex this confluence of actions proves to be in real life. Today the towelling dry is accompanied by ear piercing squeals that alert the world to the fact that she's being tortured with an electric cattle prod. Angus informs the family diva that she's a walking advert for C-A-T ownership.
Within seconds of getting down from the garden table Sophie's morning torture is forgotten and she's ready to head off in search of croissant ends. After the traumas of canine bath time her master wonders whether a revivifying slug of Gods amber nectar might be in order but decides its too close to breakfast.
Todays croissant more than acceptable. Two men, cheek by jowl, without masks, are busy having a heated conversation in a corner of the bakers. Angus glares at them. They carry on regardless. Some people just don't get the basics of pandemic hygiene.
The Zoom video call requires all sorts of set up. Seems you have to tech-test Zoom calls to make sure Zoom calls function properly. Trial dialling, sound checks and so on. At the last minute the laptop decides it won't work - ie it won't hold onto a signal - so the desktop it has to be. This is something of a surprise to Angus who suddenly finds himself facing a group of earnest Americans from behind a cluttered desk in his office. 'The Font' takes the view that anyone seeing this backdrop will feel that Angus isn't spending his fees on a life of sybaritic self indulgence. It is also hoped no one focuses on the coffee cup rings on the desk. The mood amongst the folks in dark suits ? Less than 50 days to go and there is near unanimity about the popular vote, much less so about the electoral college.
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