Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Dorothy Parker was right .
Wilf loves this warm windy weather . At seven o' clock he's waiting for me by the front door ready to head off on the morning croissant run . As I search for the car keys the old fellow turns towards me with an unmistakeable ' get a move on ' look .
To the amusement and amazement of the beer and absinthe crowd we sit at a table outside . Angus is wrapped up against the breeze , red tartan scarf round his neck. . Wilf is lying on the pavement , head into the wind , fur rippling , ears flying upwards in the gale. The water in his bowl has waves on it . He's the very definition of sheepdog happiness . Seeing him sprawled out at my feet the famous Dorothy Parker line comes to mind : " They sicken of the calm who knew the storm ".
The heating has been turned on . Needless to say now the furnace has been started the cold weather has gone and the temperatures have soared . A balmy sixteen degrees this morning and high of twenty six forecast for this afternoon . Wilf is now asleep upstairs , snoring happily away in the super heated hallway . The tree surgeon is due to arrive today to report on how much damage the woodpeckers have done to the old oaks. These gusts hardly ideal conditions for shimmying up trees.