Friday, December 23, 2011
White feather glamour.
Christmas. Great time for the French airport security screeners to go on strike. They want more money because they have to deal with 'difficult and irate passengers '. Angus can't help but think that the passengers are likely to be even more difficult and irate when they discover their holiday flights have just been cancelled. Thankfully, the British Airways inbound flights into Toulouse from London are merely delayed.
Wilf is in fine fettle. A long lunchtime walk to the end of the village and then all the way back again . Canine tour guide in chief for his reunited flock. In the evening he plays touch rugby . The first time in nearly a year . A sedate affair of throwing the ball gently so it lands between his paws. Memories of racing down the hallway and rug surfing manfully across the floor tiles . After ten minutes he falls deeply and happily asleep. Miniature rugby ball propped firmly under his chin. Puppyhood revisited. His tail carries on wagging .
This morning out for an early walk along the lane . One of the friendly cows wanders over to see the family fellow . Wilf remains gloriously indifferent to her presence . In the bar under the arcades a chic Christmas touch . White feathers sellotaped onto the black lampshades above the bar . How stylish is that ? Big city dwellers eat your hearts out .
While the beer and absinthe crowd are busy with their Lotto scratch cards Wilf gets his illicit half croissant . He beams at the waitress . A very happy almost Christmas time in deepest France Profonde .