Yesterday Aude, the five foot nothing decaratrice, arrived with her friend Sylvie. Sylvie is also five foot nothing and comes from the womens cooperative in the neighbouring village. She was dressed in a beige bobble hat and a pair of military camouflage overalls many sizes too big. The new arrival had clearly been forewarned about the bizarre habits of the anglo-saxon clients. No sooner was she in the house than Wilf was presented with a high fibre Ryvita. After that there was no need for formal introductions . The family fellow lay amid the scaffolding in the hall gazing on her with adolescent infatuation. "I love you. I really do".
On the way down to the valley for our morning strolll I asked Wilf what he thought a womens cooperative was. He turned to me matter of factly : " A place they make biscuits ". A reminder that amongst all animals dogs alone have an incomprehensible ability to penetrate what it is to be human.