Good morning from Sophie who has been out walking through puddles on her start of day walk. Drying your wet paws on the carpets and distributing mud to every corner of the house is one of the perks of being a family diva.
We head off into town. It is another beautiful morning although the thermometer is showing an affinity to zero. This is weather Sophie can relate to.
The first of the town Christmas decorations has appeared. It's strung between a sandwich shop and the trendy(ish) clothing store on the other side of the street. I assume it's the first of many street decorations but it's possible that in these canny Presbyterian heartlands it will be the only one.
We opt to have our morning coffee indoors. We try out a new cafe opened up by two ex-students. The coffee bar is very cool. The average age of the student customers must be 19, maybe 20. The arrival of Angus raises this average by a third. A young man with tattoos and head phones appears from behind the bar with my coffee and offers Sophie an oatmeal biscuit. Sophie accepts this - enthusiastically. A water bowl is provided. This is placed on the ground next door to a row of machines where you're supposed to order and pay for your coffee.
A busy week. We've made some progress in the house but not as much as we'd hoped. The curtains are finally up. Installed by two ladies - Peggy and Ella - who blether happily... and constantly... away to each other about the weather, their health, their grandchildren and politics. It can safely be said that Peggy and Ella believe our current politicians lack 'serious intent'. They phrase this slightly differently. Peggy drills holes and puts up the rail. Ella deals with the curtains. Ella pronounces the word 'Voile' as Voy-lee which causes 'The Font' some momentary confusion. We are very happy with the curtains and the Voy-lee.
The electrician doesn't show up. A message on his phone says ' Due to the density of calls this line will only be answered in an emergency'. You try figuring that one out. The plumber seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth. His phone rings and then goes straight to voicemail.
The designs for the building work should be ready this coming week. Mid-week much time was spent with a cheerful lady from the planning department who told the architect that he couldn't do what he wanted to do. 'Amended' plans are being prepared.