Shopping done, Wilf and yours truly head off for a coffee and a bowl of water. A sign in the door of the cafe, ' Closed due to bereavement. Open again next week '. This means that we have to cross the square to visit the competing establishment. All faux leather banquettes , plasma screen tv playing non-stop MTV and lottery tickets. It's crowded to the gunnals. Our local absinthe imbibing crowd mingling uneasily with the resident recreational pharmaceutical set. We sit at a table outside. Not much chance of a bowl of water for Wilf amid this chaos so we quickly set off again .
After breakfast the family fellow picks his way gingerly through the hyacinths and settles down on the lawn . Time for his morning nap . He'll be ten at the end of the month. An unexpected milestone I'd like to see him make. Our old chap seems to be enjoying this stage of his life. Something in the PON DNA thats says " Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it ".