Saturday, October 22, 2011
Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging .
The week started warm and sunny . It ends cold and windy . A chilly three degrees when Wilf heads off for his early morning pit stop. The family fellow is back at the front door in record time a '' Blimey ! That's nippy " look on his face .
To the VW garage to look at a replacement for the rapidly ageing 130,000 mile + dog car . I ask the salesman if there are any special deals because of the slowdown in the economy . He somewhat sniffily informs me that VW doesn't know what a recession is. The phrase ' pride comes before ... ' springs readily to mind .
Across the lane the first of the farmers have arrived to set up the barbecue for tomorrow mornings rugby match between France and New Zealand . A sea of flags, rubber rooster hats, Jack Russells and milling children . Smoke from the charcoal curling into the sky . Ignore the combine harvesters and in the pre-dawn dark it could be a scene out of the middle ages . It's going to be a big party.
' The font ' finds Wilf lying in the downstairs hallway quietly crying . Straight down to the vet . He's given a thorough twenty minute examination . Arthritic paws . They say in humans that the pain is like walking on needles . The vet writes out a prescription for Angastura Vera tablets . It's too early to boost the pain medication . '' That's for a later stage in the journey " . Her answer tells us all we need to know . The joy of having caring professionals to look after him.
Someone has sent ' the font ' a book . ' Angus, Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging ' . This is the cause of much hilarity .