A fresh bowl of water to start the day. The leaves falling thick and fast. It's decidedly raw and chill this morning. The time of the year when those two dreaded words spring to mind - ' central heating'.
Angus can't help but observe that this morning the family diva is sporting a rather 'wild' look.
We stop on the storm drain and put the world to rights. Sophie leans into me and has her chin tickled. She squeals with delight and leans in closer to make sure I don't stop. The locals passing on their way to work have got used to the sight of a strange foreigner sitting with his legs dangling over the storm drain talking away to a furry companion. This may explain why 'The Font' is treated with great sympathy by all the locals.
Angus has been ordering more wine. He views this as practical preparation for a long winter lockdown. Three cases are delivered just fine. Three others have liquid stains underneath - a sure sign something is awry. I refuse to accept them. The young lady courier driver says ' I'd refuse them too '. That makes life much easier. Let the courier company deal with the hassle of explaining the breakages. Angus estimates that ordering wine online costs 20% less than buying from the wine merchant .
Shortly after the wine delivery woman goes the post lady arrives. She looks at the wine but says nothing. Perhaps she thinks I talk to Sophie on the storm drain then return home for a breakfast bottle of Burgundy ?
This is a book I've heard good things about and will start reading today.