They are so knowing that they know nothing at all.

First light. Bob is up and out into the garden, head high, tail higher. Hedge boundaries to be checked, barns to be inspected, car tyres to be christened. Sophie follows him out. She lets out three whoops of delight as she crosses the threshold. Bob is a silent guardian. When Sophie wakes the village wakes with her.This morning she clambers onto a large pile of logs and has to be helped down.

In the garden centre all the lime green plastic lambs have gone. On the shelves all that's left are two snarling pugs, what might pass for an endearing squirrel (were it not in purple) and a matching rabbit . The lens on the i-Phones camera struggles to do justice to the colours.

Here's an interesting take on the Malaysian Airlines Flight  :
http://www.wired.com/autopia/2014/03/mh370-electrical-fire/
and this rebutal

http://www.slate.com/blogs/future_tense/2014/03/18/mh370_disappearance_chris_goodfellow_s_theory_about_a_fire_and_langkawi.html

I slept and dreamed that life was beauty, I woke and found that life was duty.

For the PON's a day spent guarding the Rickety Old Farmhouse against wayward pilgrims. On this sunny Sunday there are lots of pilgrims so our canine duo are kept very busy. Bob stands on his hind legs by the gate trying to look ferocious . He doesn't succeed.