heating system. While we shiver Wilf is out in the courtyard revelling in the unseasonal chill and demonstrating that PON's rather than humans are perfectly adapted for the climate of southern France.
At breakfast this morning all the coffee mugs had disappeared. Twenty of them hang on hooks in the kitchen and they've all gone. If the family had been at home then this would have been quite unnoteworthy. However, as it's just the two of us it's truly and completely bizarre. The rickety old farmhouse must have a gremlin with a coffee cup fixation.'The font' has asked me in a quasi accusatorial manner to check 'my' office. Hmmmph! As if it's possible for me to have secreted them all there.
As the weekend started we thought we had three options with Wilf
- Do nothing and let him see out his days as the only family dog
- Adopt a rescue dog
- Bring a young pup into the fold
Out with Wilf yesterday afternoon. He is beginning to play again and the worst of his Colitis seems to have passed. The village was completely deserted. We found this strange 'vine' figure sitting on a bench by the church - we couldn't work out whether the hat and bandana were spooky or merely chilling. Whatever; one wouldn't want to stumble across it late on a dark February night. The cows in this part of the world seem to exude contentment. Wilf certainly thought so as he stood and stared at them for a full five minutes as they peacefully chewed cud.