Bob and Sophie are groomed. For the briefest of moments they look like those PON's you see in books. It doesn't last.
Angus spends his morning writing. Bob finally comes into the office, leans his chin on my knee and sighs reprovingly. '' Don't you know it's a beautiful day outside ? ". Angus stops writing and picks up a tennis ball. Bob's tail goes thwack-thwack-thwack against the door. The sound of happiness. Writing can wait.
In the afternoon a walk down to the waterfall. The track has been churned up, the grass uprooted. A sure sign that a herd of wild boar are nearby.Bob ambles contentedly in the water. Our companions a flock of green finch, the small waterfall and a swarm of large, busy, bees at work on a wild mahonia.
Horror ! This morning the baker is running late and hasn't delivered the croissants to the cafe under the arcades. No illicit treat for Bob and Sophie. The waitress brings my coffee. The PON duo look at her. She disappears into the cafe and returns with two rice cakes. These are gratefully received. '' They're organic " she says as if this might make them taste better. From the lip smacking you'd imagine Bob and Sophie have gone to heaven. Rice cakes a new favorite.
Life in deepest, deepest, France profonde.
