PS : Well done to those of you who noted that yesterdays picture of the breakfast table was in a cafe. After a late night there was a mad dash for the airport and breakfast had to be squeezed in en route. Despite having to eat out Wilf still got the lip smackingly good ends of the croissants.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Hope over experience.
It's now tourist season. The shopkeepers mark the arrival of the free spending Dutch and Belgian cohorts by spilling out of their front doors and setting up their displays on the street outside. The alfresco stalls give the local market town a festive air but getting down the road in the car , let alone parking on it, becomes an obstacle course of tables, fruit stalls and art work.
Wilf remains the embodiment of hope. He was disappointed in the pristine eating habits of the Texans who left yesterday (not great crumb droppers) but is optimistic that the replacement folks from Walla Walla and Fort Collins will be more absent minded and slovenly. He just knows that out there are folks who keep a ready supply of warm sausages in their pockets, are up for ball throwing 24/7 and who share his appreciation of the delicate scent of cow pats. His strategic position under the breakfast table, ready to pounce on anything that tumbles his way, is a reminder that hope springs eternal.