A good day for Wilf. Yves, Ross his wild haired Irish sidekick, and the morose lad in the blue bib overalls came to finish the library and the decking. This is the third time they've been to 'finish' the library and true to form within an hour they disappeared to cut another strip of wood for the cornicing. 'Back in a minute'. Their disappearance coincided with lunchtime and I can only assume that it was pressure of work that prevented them from showing up again later in the day. None of this bothered Wilf because Ross spent much of the morning slipping him illicit Garibaldi biscuits. Garibaldi biscuits don't rank as highly in the pantheon of illicit treats as Jaffa Cakes but they are illicit and therefore not to be refused.
At lunchtime 'the font' took Wilf down to the vet for his annual check-up. He's fine. No after effects from his run in with the processionary caterpillars and the lump on his head is benign. A discussion about whether to vaccinate him against piroplasmosis . The vet , who is currently vaccinating 15 dogs a day, thinks that the treatment is only 60% effective, requires 3 separate sets of injections spread over a couple of weeks before it becomes effective , and then only works well on young dogs. He is convinced that Avantix is the best repellant together with a tick collar - which on long haired dogs must be kept close to the skin - ie the hair must be kept trimmed short around the neck. Unfortunately, Wilf has a severe reaction to something in Avantix so we'll stick with Frontline but spray it on rather than use the treatment that goes between the shoulder blades.
A follow up meeting to be held in the church at ten this morning. We have 84 chairs in the village church and 200 seats pre-reserved ( if the mayors wife mental arithmetic is correct). Panic time. Full details tomorrow.