Saturday, October 15, 2011
Never dent the enthusiasm just redirect it .
Whatever it was had long curvy tail. Before I could shout out ' No ! ' the end of the tail was just disappearing down Wilfs throat. A look of unrepeatable jubilation on his face . Dessicated vole . For a dog, nothing, but nothing , like it . Wilf lies behind me on the kitchen floor as I make the coffee . Content with life and his lot. ' The font ' has been warned that there may be ' vole ' trouble ahead .
In the window of an antique shop in London earlier this week a nineteenth century dress . It's made out of the same original William Morris material that used to be batoned on the walls of the flat in Edinburgh . Now, apparently, very rare. The new owners of the flat ripped off the fabric, smashed the William de Morgan tiles and papered over the original Ashby wallpaper . A hundred years of history gone in a flash . If they knew the price of the dress they'd be having second thoughts.
Lava lamps. I phone ' the font ' to suggest that I bring one home . For some reason this idea is met with less than wild enthusiasm . '' We need a clock for the kitchen. Why don't you look for one ? " comes the reply . All those years of child psychology - never dent the enthusiam just redirect it - now directed towards Angus.
The salle des fetes a riot of red, white and blue flags for this mornings France-Wales rugby match . Amid the parked tractors and white vans a mobile 'throw the hoop over the ring' and ' shoot the duck ' stand . Seven thirty in the morning but there's already a queue of little farmers waiting to have a go. The Jack Russells are leaping in and out of the windows. Amid clouds of drifting smoke the big farmers are setting up the barbecue. Vole and the possibility of some underdone cheeseburger . What a way for an old PON to start his day .