' The font ' heads off to the airport at five in the morning. Wilf adamantly refuses to believe that anyone can be up and about so early. He deals with this unwelcome change to his routine by lying absolutely motionless in his bed , pretending to be invisible. His ' ignore them and they'll go and bother someone else ' routine. Miraculously, a second after he hears the fridge door being opened he appears in the kitchen as fresh as a daisy. One family PON reporting for duty and ready for breakfast .
A ten minute drive into town for our morning cup of coffee at the cafe under the arcades. I open the tail gate, ready to lift him down, only to be met by the sight of the family fellow, on his back, snoring gently away. He's still like that when I return from the bakers. His thought for the day : ' Few of us write great novels; all of us live them '.