The morning walk with Bob. Out along the ridge, past the sunflower fields, a quick drink from the stream, back across the village green, a brief christening of the fire hydrant by the war memorial, then home. Our daily PON parade .
Mid morning. The repairmen for the hi-tech solar powered swimming pool cover arrive - unannounced. Bob and Sophie greet them at the gate . Earlier in the week they dropped off the screws for the control panel . Today they've come to fix them in place. We view this as a positive development.
In the evening Angus goes to close the pool cover ( after a spate of toddler drownings French laws about leaving pools uncovered are very strict ). He turns the key. Nothing happens. He tries it again. Ditto. The repairmen have replaced the screws but taken away the control panel. This development is viewed less positively.
Another 100 degree day. Half an hour spent on the runway in a crowded , overheated bus. The aircraft jetty has broken down. You'd think that in this day and age they might have thought of making buses with airconditioning. There again you'd think they'd have another jetty.
An English family group with tee shirts sporting the motto " Fifty - expletive - five ! ". The 'g' has been left off the expletive. It would seem the father of the family has turned 55 and has taken his extended family away to celebrate. Angus thinks the tee-shirts are rather vulgar . Would they get away with wearing them in a US airport ? None of the other passengers , even those with inquisitive six year olds, seem to notice or care. The family group find it highly amusing - the joke as fresh for them as it must have been when they first dreamt up the slogan. Angus wonders if his prurience is another sign that he's getting old.
Bob and Sophie delighted that they've been taken to the airport. The sliding doors with their mesmerizing ' whoosh ' sound remain an object of canine delight. Bob discovers that by lying in the right place and moving his paws he can set of the electronic beam that makes the doors move. There was another PON in history that used to do the same thing. The comfort of familiarity.
