The decorator who was hired to paint the shutters has been fired. " But why Monsieur ? I was going to start on Monday ". The fact he was supposed to start, and finish, last September didn't seem to register with him. A huffy " You'll hear from my lawyer ". An equally huffy ' I look forward to it ! '. The new painter starts next month.
Time to stock up with wine ahead of the Easter holidays. Off with the family fellow to the hyper-market . Purchases loaded into the back of the car, Wilf joins me at the cafe for a bowl of water and the curly ends from my croissant. He exudes his best ' Do you know they're serving magret de canard for lunch ? ' look. Afterwards a slow, tyre christening, walk back across the car park. Pure boy dog contentment.
On the way home a quick detour down by the stream. These days he prefers to go to places he knows. The simple joy of warm grass and a satisfying paddle in the stream. Overnight, new growths on his head. Not pretty but probably not worth bothering about. His 10th birthday on the 30th almost within reach. Just another day in France Profonde with an old friend.