The drawing room. A quiet, civilized place to unwind and chat while dinner cooks. Strictly a dog free zone.
Angus stands up and goes to the kitchen for a bottle of wine leaving 'the font' reading. He returns to find Bob sitting bolt upright on his recently vacated and still warm chair. There's a look of unbridled contentment on the PON boys face. 'The font' , head down in a book, is carrying on a conversation with this shaggy figure about our plans for Christmas. From the other side of the room Bob is listening attentively.
This little vignette is worrying on so many levels. Which is worse ? The badly behaved PON ? Or the fact that after three and a half decades 'the font' can't tell the difference between Angus's conversational skills and those of a shaggy sheepdog ?
Bob is firmly told that chairs are out of bounds. ' The font ' points out that Bob is an excellent listener.
