Wednesday, July 20, 2011
The old charmer.
Back from two nights of after dinner talks in a hot and humid Moscow. A string of thunderstorms across Ukraine have us strapped into our seats for three hours . Wilf and 'the font ' meet me at the Toulouse airport cafe . ' The font ' is enjoying a healthy fruit smoothie . Wilf is under the table munching on a large gluten free biscuit given to him by an admiring waitress. There can be no doubting that the old charmer is determined to enjoy the time that's left to him .
A biscuit , a new waitress friend , a reunited flock and a gentle tyre christening stroll back across the car park . Not bad for a days work . Wilf oblivious to the shadows lengthening around him . He falls asleep as soon a I lift him into the back of the car . Unbridled joy can be exhausting . He's still asleep when we get home . I'll miss these simple family routines .