The Old Farmers routine becomes ever more uninhibited. At three thirty two this morning ( I stared at the bedside clock in disbelief so the timing is exact to the minute ) the Ford Transit motor home is coaxed, noisily, into life. There is a problem with its crankshaft which produces a shutter rattling roar. Sleep becomes academic. The motor home heads off down the lane. An hour and forty three minutes later ( the bedside clock again looked at in disbelief ) he returns. So many questions. Why did he decide to go off in the middle of the night ? Where did he go ? At what stage does a ninety two year olds behaviour transition from the charmingly eccentric to 'travel by moonlight' bizarre ? Perhaps there's a rational explanation ?
Sophie does not suffer from disturbed sleep patterns. She is as fresh as a daisy and ready to begin the days excitement. This morning Angus tries to install Amazon Prime on the 'smart' tv. This should take seconds but doesn't. An app has to be found and programmed in. Both finding and programming aren't as simple as the handbook claims. The family diva can only do so much to hide her impatience with this ineptitude. Another morning where priorities seem to have been misplaced. Surely, this could have waited until after our trip to the bakers for curly croissant ends ? The guilt inducing PONette gaze is much in evidence.
Advent song #23 from an unusually empty St.Pauls in London : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qT2wAqqlZs