While Wilf waited patiently in the back of the car yours truly went hunting for coconut ice cream . Easy to find. The third aisle along. Next to the coconut flavour a tub of Tequila, Pineapple and Ginger sorbet. Next to that a luridly coloured tub of Chatreuse sorbet. The Tequila and Pineapple wins the day.
They grow hyacinth bulbs here. Field upon field of blue and red blooms. At this time of the year the stems are harvested and sold as cut flowers. Buckets of them were scattered round the fresh produce counter. A scented obstacle course. 50% off. I pick up four bunches.Home to watch the rugby. Wilf relishes his coconut ice cream. He continues to lick the bowl long after the last morsel has disappeared. Hope springing eternal. I try the tequila sorbet. It tastes like soap. Not one of the better spur of the moment purchases.
In the evening the old fellow settles down across my feet. A sure sign that he wants a tickle and a mano a mano conversation. Simple reassurance. The eyes cloudy and opaque now - even in the photographs.
Tomorrow our thousandth blog entry . Recording these little invisible routines is what a dog blog is all about. Ice cream, hyacinth fragrance and tickles. Unremarkable steps in a family fellows journey. A lesson learnt today. " Never lose sight of the fact that old age needs so little but needs that little so much ".